Hooray I get to be avenged! :D

@Anna: AT LEAST MY SOGGY SAUSAGES ARE JUICY! :illgetu:
Your Dried-Up Drumsticks ain't be gettin' you no love! :talk2hand:

My, this is dirty. :D

When you said dirty, I read that in a totally wrong way. xDDDD;;

Hah, I think that's how I meant it :D

Oh. Oops. Haha, I'm so out of it today~ xDD;; <3<3

Don't feel bad, I'm out of it everyday xD

Haha! xDD;;
It's better to be in than out though. >3>;;
Right? xDD;;

Only twice? D:
Anna, you should be ashamed. >3>;;
xDD;;

If I come see you chest, will I also get to see tiger sharks? O_O

Yessssss tiger sharks are neat. They fill my soul with smiles

Weelll, as long as you scrub extra hard those two times, I guess that's all right. >3>;;

You better watch out for those microbes that are invisible to the naked eye though. =O
Those can do more damage than one realizes. :x </3

I can't keep up with this thread very well, so I'm just here to say that I really should be in bed, and yet I'm not... I think I should blame you, Anna, and I'm not sure why. Maybe because you seem to be up when I am so I think "Oh, I'll reply to anna, THEN go to bed," but then I piddle around after and don't go to bed and then you've replied again. So clearly you're an evil demon that must be exorcised. Or maybe exercised? Are you in need of toning? Chuck Norris has some workout equipment he'd like to sell you. And look, it's 2 AM, so I'm sure if you turn on the right channel you'll be able to see him talk about it. Or is he selling something else now? I can't quite keep up. And neither can he, since it took years after his internet fame began for him to start capitalizing on it by doing commercials. And you know, no one even cares anymore because Chuck Norris jokes are so tired. So he completely missed the bandwagon. His OWN bandwagon! I don't know how one goes about missing one's own bandwagon, but I imagine it involves quite a bit of indifference to culture. And malaise. Because I like that word. It sounds like something tasty, but it's not... so maybe I don't like that word. Goddamn tasty-sounding words and their false promises. :gonk:

Why is Cherry lurking? =O Maybe she's scared of all the microscopic stuff in Anna's chest. D:

And yeah, totally. >3>;; Atoms can be so very fickle! Wish they'd just stick to one thing instead of jumping about all over the place. =\

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Woah, Cherry, your giant block of text scared me for a second there. o_o;;

OOGIDA BOOGIDA RAAWWWRBLARGHA!

Did that scare you too?

Nah, seeing as your black text came with that adorable siggie pic of that blue pokemon with a monocle and top hat. xDDDD;; <3<3
Makes it seem like he was saying it! So cute! 8DD;;

David Tennant and Patrick fucking Stewart doing Shakespeare?! Oh god, sign me the fuck up.
Lord, I'm vulgar when I'm sleepy.
You know, I think sleepy me is kind of mildly drunk. I lose my inhibitions which allows me to actually post, and then I just kind of word vomit. But I'm coherent enough to edit, so I keep it vaguely interesting. And I end up cracking myself up even when it isn't funny, so yeah, definitely like being drunk. This is ironic, though, because I'm a teetotaller. But I stay up late every night.
Which reminds me of the song Ironic, which isn't ironic at all. I don't know if that's the irony or if Alanis Morisetaosefsatte needs a dictionary or something. I think it's the latter. Goddamn you, Alanis.
Wait, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I still like you. Sometimes. Sometimes you just mediocre it up and I'm all... MALAISE.
Which sounds like mayonnaise and glaze. Which doesn't actually sound like a good thing, but malaise does. "These cupcakes are delicious, Susan! What did you do to them?" "I added this fantastic malaise! I found the recipe in Better Homes and Gardens!"
You know, I read Better Homes and Gardens. Like, not passingly, I read the shit out of that magazine. And I read Martha Stewart Living. Dear god, I love that woman! I swear I'm old for my age. Most of the magazines I read are for middle aged mothers. The only age-appropriate magazines that I read are Seventeen and Rolling Stone. The rest is all home & garden magazines and occasionally businessweek or forbes. But hey, at least I'm consistent. It's not like I do much of anything that's age-appropriate. Not that I'm like, omg so supar mature ttly. I just don't do stuff that's normal for my age. Which is actually sad, since it just basically means I have no social life. But that means that I have lots of time for cats. As soon as my mom gets me a cat, I'm going to be so all about that cat. And that cat is going to love me because I will spoil him rotten and love him to death. Or he could hate me for not leaving him alone. But probably love me, because I'm not going to get a snotty aloof cat, I'm going to get a lovey kitty. And we will be best friends and his name will be James and we will have adventures and I will talk to him and he'll talk back (but in meows because he is a cat) and then I'll imitate him and he'll get confused and I'll be like "ohh, didiconfuseyouwiddlejamesywamesyyesididmrowwwmroww w!" and kitty will be all "the fuck you on, bitch"

Ryl - IT'S A MUDKIP.

EDIT: aaaaand bedtime. Hopefully that word vomit wasn't brain-numbing. If it was, I apologize, good madams and OH GOD I THINK I HEAR A BUG.

EDIT: WHY IS MY KNUCKLE RED. I THINK I'M DYING. OR MAYBE I WAS RESTING MY HAND ON THAT KNUCKLE. I DON'T REALLY REMEMBER. GONNA GO WITH DYING, THOUGH.