new computer
bob:here's my new computer!
fred:wow, it actually doesn't look like a piece of crap!
bob:eheheh, yeah i kno-HEY!
todd:shut-up and turn it on
bob:aight, aight...*turns on the computer*
~whiiiiirrrr~
~blip-blip-beep~
[several minutes pass by]
fred:...hey, bob, when's this piece of crud gonna load up?
bob:HEY! i thought you said it didn't look like a pice of crud!
fred:i didn't, i said it didn't look like a piece of crap, and it's not, it's a piece of crud!
todd:ugh! stop you two, it's done loading now.
fred:TCH! yeah, to another loading screen!
bob:...quiet at least it's makin' progress!
todd:what was that? protest?
fred:we have a test?! hey! no one told me! howas i supposed to study?! did you guys know? you buttholes!
bob:hey! you're the one who keeps calling my computer crap!
fred:CRUD! i called it crud! crap is what comes outta you two 'cause you're both buttholes!
bob: oh yeah?! well, you're a hippo's butthole!
todd:you're both fargisons!
bob and fred:WHAT?!
fred:what the frick is a fargison?
todd:...it's what you two are!
[they all give eachother really evil glares]
~blip-booop-beeooppp~
~do-do-do-dooo~
computer: welcome.
stocking stuffing
bob: *reaches into stocking* ...what? what is this?! eek it's all...wierd and squishy...*takes out hand*...is this...is this stuffing?! eek
todd: from thanksgiving.^_^
fred: hehehe, and the idiot does it again. twisted
todd: ...aww man, that hurts...right here.*puts hand over heart*...i feel a heart attack coming on. surprised
bob: hey, heat me up this stuffing, i think it's still good. neutral
fred: feh! do it yourself! stare
bob: *goes to kitchen and washes off hand* hey! who exploded the microwave?! scream
fred: ...ohhhh yeah! we heated up some lighted dynamite last week.
bob: what?!
todd: i think that someone should call an ambu-*has a heart attack* GACK! gonk *falls on floor and foams at the mouth*
fred: oh for christ's sake! stare he's gone and had another heart attack.
bob: again?!
fred: mmmhmmm...call an ambulance
bob: *picks up and dials phone* hey, do you think that they have a microwave there that i can use? biggrin
bob:here's my new computer!
fred:wow, it actually doesn't look like a piece of crap!
bob:eheheh, yeah i kno-HEY!
todd:shut-up and turn it on
bob:aight, aight...*turns on the computer*
~whiiiiirrrr~
~blip-blip-beep~
[several minutes pass by]
fred:...hey, bob, when's this piece of crud gonna load up?
bob:HEY! i thought you said it didn't look like a pice of crud!
fred:i didn't, i said it didn't look like a piece of crap, and it's not, it's a piece of crud!
todd:ugh! stop you two, it's done loading now.
fred:TCH! yeah, to another loading screen!
bob:...quiet at least it's makin' progress!
todd:what was that? protest?
fred:we have a test?! hey! no one told me! howas i supposed to study?! did you guys know? you buttholes!
bob:hey! you're the one who keeps calling my computer crap!
fred:CRUD! i called it crud! crap is what comes outta you two 'cause you're both buttholes!
bob: oh yeah?! well, you're a hippo's butthole!
todd:you're both fargisons!
bob and fred:WHAT?!
fred:what the frick is a fargison?
todd:...it's what you two are!
[they all give eachother really evil glares]
~blip-booop-beeooppp~
~do-do-do-dooo~
computer: welcome.
stocking stuffing
bob: *reaches into stocking* ...what? what is this?! eek it's all...wierd and squishy...*takes out hand*...is this...is this stuffing?! eek
todd: from thanksgiving.^_^
fred: hehehe, and the idiot does it again. twisted
todd: ...aww man, that hurts...right here.*puts hand over heart*...i feel a heart attack coming on. surprised
bob: hey, heat me up this stuffing, i think it's still good. neutral
fred: feh! do it yourself! stare
bob: *goes to kitchen and washes off hand* hey! who exploded the microwave?! scream
fred: ...ohhhh yeah! we heated up some lighted dynamite last week.
bob: what?!
todd: i think that someone should call an ambu-*has a heart attack* GACK! gonk *falls on floor and foams at the mouth*
fred: oh for christ's sake! stare he's gone and had another heart attack.
bob: again?!
fred: mmmhmmm...call an ambulance
bob: *picks up and dials phone* hey, do you think that they have a microwave there that i can use? biggrin
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