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J.D: Honey, let's do something fun.
Riley: Fun for you or me?
J.D: [hesitates] For both of us.
J.D: So this is what we do... I'll type. then you type. then we can totes have an internet conversation while sitting right next to each other.
J.D: Shh. you can't say anything in real-life.
Riley: What the fuck is real life anymore, Jeremy? Educate me. And stop that sniggering.
J.D: Sniggering?! Is that a word?
Riley: I can sing, right?
J.D: You totes just spoke in real-life!!!
J.D: But yes. you can sing. and uhm... I'm having an internet-deprivation backlash here. play along!
Riley: Why don't you take off your pants? That always leaves me speechless. 12-inch cock, remember?
J.D: ROFLROFLROFL
J.D: I'll include you in the not-for-reals-chapter-12-spinoff soon, babe.
Riley: Chapter TWELVE spinoff. TWELVE inch P33n! WHAT IS GOING ON?!
J.D: OMG!!!! I totes didn't even notice/intend!!!!!
J.D: I'm such a fucking genius, I swear it just oozes out of my pores and I have zero control over it. I'm not even conscious of half of the genius that is I.
Riley: I definitely did not fall in love with your humility. HUMILITY. WHAT IS THAT!?
J.D: ROFLCOPTER!
J.D: Now didn't i tell you this would be fun?
Riley: It is, but I can think of something else that would be fun. Hurhurhur. Do you realize that this is not helping in convincing your fanbase that you're not a smut-peddling robot?
J.D: BUT I'VE NEVER LAUGHED WITH YOU THIS HARD IN SUCH A LIMITED PERIOD OF TIME!!!
J.D: Okay.. I have... Nevermind.
J.D: I just really like typing, okay?
Riley: I'm glad that was merely laughter. I was 'bout to get my asthma inhaler out.
Riley: Are you choking or is that an invisible p33n in your mouth?
J.D: You are so obviously trying to get into my pants. At 9 fucking a.m
Riley: It's never too early for the buttsecks, darling.
J.D: OMG!!! YOU'RE TOTES PICKING UP ON THE CAPS_TEHKEELMEDED LINGO!!!!!
J.D: I LOVE YOU.
Riley: You CAPS FREAKS are invading the world. And I saw what you did there. Leaving the Caps-lock function on the keyboard switched on so I could fall into the trap of the caps. TRAP OF THE CAPS!
J.D. TRAP OF THE CAPS. YOU ARE SO FTW. FTW . FTW. FTW. X 521.
J.D: You make me fall off chairs.
Riley: I thought you said no speaking out loud, you douche.
J.D: "OHMYGOD WAIT!"?! BUT IT JUST HAD TO COME OUT. IT WAS AN EMERGENCY.
J.D: Take your hands out of my pants!! Can't you see I'm typing....
J.:DFDS : WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAIT WWATIATHJAWJ WAIT.
rILEY: I can't see that you're typing cos your gigantic p33n is in the way. AND LOOK. you caps-locked my name. And conned me into caps-locking 'and look'. despicable.
J.D: How the fuck did *I* con you into caps-locking 'and look'?!
[massive fightign for keyboard ensues]
[J.D. obviously wins.]
Riley" I let you win. AND PLUS......you caps lock freaks are locking me in with your mind control techniques. J.D: okay. no one is going to understand what the hell we're doing.
J.D. OMG. I HAVE AN IDEA.
J.D: STOP LICKING MY NECK AND LOOK AT WHAT I'M SAYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
J.D: WE SHOULD TOTES HAVE ILLYAS/BRANDON BUTTSECKS.
J.D: LIKE NOW.
Riley: Not online , i hope.
[GET THE BEER, BIATCH!!!!]
J.D: ROFLROFLROFLROFLROFLROEJW:RJWEKL:jr;klqwjr
J.D: you win.
Riley: I'll get the beer if you'll get on your knees. RIGHT NOW. CAPS THAT.
J.D: you win.
Riley: I know. -takes a bow-
J.D: Okay, i'm gonna' post this now while you get the beer. and i'll be on my knees when you get back. one uber important thing though. WHEN THE HELL DID YOU START USING " - " TO DENOTE YOUR INTERNET-ACTIONS?! AREN'T YOU AN " * " PERSON?
Riley: Is this really important right now, Jeremy? Honestly? We have the buttsecks and the beer lined up and you're troubled by my use of "-" instead of "*". SRSLY
J.D: -SQUEAL!!!!!!!!-
J.D: *I* HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN INTO THE "SRSLY" BIZNEZZ!!! NO FAIR. YOU CHEAT SOMEHOW. YOU CAN'T WIN AT LIFE IF YOU CHEAT!!!!!!
Riley: Brandon cheated. But he wins at life, right?
J.D: afklj;j;fcejnuaioruklj WTF?! Brandon cheated?!?!?! what are you talking about?
Riley: Two words. LESBIAN WIFE. CHEAT AT LIFE. it ryhmes. just let me be. i have buttsecks on my mind.
J.D: You have my ass on your face. Biatch.
Riley: No I don't.
J.D: Not yet you don't.
Riley: I'll get the beer. you win.
J.D: I ALWAYS WIN. WIN WIN WIN.
J.D: [secretly while you're getting the beer] I swear I have never seen you backspace and care about typos and spelling ever before tonight. You are totes trying to prove that you can handle my genius and internet chic.
J.D: SHIT.
Riley: Fun for you or me?
J.D: [hesitates] For both of us.
J.D: So this is what we do... I'll type. then you type. then we can totes have an internet conversation while sitting right next to each other.
J.D: Shh. you can't say anything in real-life.
Riley: What the fuck is real life anymore, Jeremy? Educate me. And stop that sniggering.
J.D: Sniggering?! Is that a word?
Riley: I can sing, right?
J.D: You totes just spoke in real-life!!!
J.D: But yes. you can sing. and uhm... I'm having an internet-deprivation backlash here. play along!
Riley: Why don't you take off your pants? That always leaves me speechless. 12-inch cock, remember?
J.D: ROFLROFLROFL
J.D: I'll include you in the not-for-reals-chapter-12-spinoff soon, babe.
Riley: Chapter TWELVE spinoff. TWELVE inch P33n! WHAT IS GOING ON?!
J.D: OMG!!!! I totes didn't even notice/intend!!!!!
J.D: I'm such a fucking genius, I swear it just oozes out of my pores and I have zero control over it. I'm not even conscious of half of the genius that is I.
Riley: I definitely did not fall in love with your humility. HUMILITY. WHAT IS THAT!?
J.D: ROFLCOPTER!
J.D: Now didn't i tell you this would be fun?
Riley: It is, but I can think of something else that would be fun. Hurhurhur. Do you realize that this is not helping in convincing your fanbase that you're not a smut-peddling robot?
J.D: BUT I'VE NEVER LAUGHED WITH YOU THIS HARD IN SUCH A LIMITED PERIOD OF TIME!!!
J.D: Okay.. I have... Nevermind.
J.D: I just really like typing, okay?
Riley: I'm glad that was merely laughter. I was 'bout to get my asthma inhaler out.
Riley: Are you choking or is that an invisible p33n in your mouth?
J.D: You are so obviously trying to get into my pants. At 9 fucking a.m
Riley: It's never too early for the buttsecks, darling.
J.D: OMG!!! YOU'RE TOTES PICKING UP ON THE CAPS_TEHKEELMEDED LINGO!!!!!
J.D: I LOVE YOU.
Riley: You CAPS FREAKS are invading the world. And I saw what you did there. Leaving the Caps-lock function on the keyboard switched on so I could fall into the trap of the caps. TRAP OF THE CAPS!
J.D. TRAP OF THE CAPS. YOU ARE SO FTW. FTW . FTW. FTW. X 521.
J.D: You make me fall off chairs.
Riley: I thought you said no speaking out loud, you douche.
J.D: "OHMYGOD WAIT!"?! BUT IT JUST HAD TO COME OUT. IT WAS AN EMERGENCY.
J.D: Take your hands out of my pants!! Can't you see I'm typing....
J.:DFDS : WAIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WAIT WWATIATHJAWJ WAIT.
rILEY: I can't see that you're typing cos your gigantic p33n is in the way. AND LOOK. you caps-locked my name. And conned me into caps-locking 'and look'. despicable.
J.D: How the fuck did *I* con you into caps-locking 'and look'?!
[massive fightign for keyboard ensues]
[J.D. obviously wins.]
Riley" I let you win. AND PLUS......you caps lock freaks are locking me in with your mind control techniques. J.D: okay. no one is going to understand what the hell we're doing.
J.D. OMG. I HAVE AN IDEA.
J.D: STOP LICKING MY NECK AND LOOK AT WHAT I'M SAYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
J.D: WE SHOULD TOTES HAVE ILLYAS/BRANDON BUTTSECKS.
J.D: LIKE NOW.
Riley: Not online , i hope.
[GET THE BEER, BIATCH!!!!]
J.D: ROFLROFLROFLROFLROFLROEJW:RJWEKL:jr;klqwjr
J.D: you win.
Riley: I'll get the beer if you'll get on your knees. RIGHT NOW. CAPS THAT.
J.D: you win.
Riley: I know. -takes a bow-
J.D: Okay, i'm gonna' post this now while you get the beer. and i'll be on my knees when you get back. one uber important thing though. WHEN THE HELL DID YOU START USING " - " TO DENOTE YOUR INTERNET-ACTIONS?! AREN'T YOU AN " * " PERSON?
Riley: Is this really important right now, Jeremy? Honestly? We have the buttsecks and the beer lined up and you're troubled by my use of "-" instead of "*". SRSLY
J.D: -SQUEAL!!!!!!!!-
J.D: *I* HAVEN'T EVEN GOTTEN INTO THE "SRSLY" BIZNEZZ!!! NO FAIR. YOU CHEAT SOMEHOW. YOU CAN'T WIN AT LIFE IF YOU CHEAT!!!!!!
Riley: Brandon cheated. But he wins at life, right?
J.D: afklj;j;fcejnuaioruklj WTF?! Brandon cheated?!?!?! what are you talking about?
Riley: Two words. LESBIAN WIFE. CHEAT AT LIFE. it ryhmes. just let me be. i have buttsecks on my mind.
J.D: You have my ass on your face. Biatch.
Riley: No I don't.
J.D: Not yet you don't.
Riley: I'll get the beer. you win.
J.D: I ALWAYS WIN. WIN WIN WIN.
J.D: [secretly while you're getting the beer] I swear I have never seen you backspace and care about typos and spelling ever before tonight. You are totes trying to prove that you can handle my genius and internet chic.
J.D: SHIT.