George & Steve
Sir Stevie I: yes
WaltDaBomb: vomit in the rug, eh?
Sir Stevie I: Yeah.
WaltDaBomb: I almost believe you.
Sir Stevie I: You should. It's the truth.
WaltDaBomb: *nods*
Sir Stevie I: It's your fault anyway, you fell asleep.
WaltDaBomb: whatever you say
Sir Stevie I: I never lie you know.
WaltDaBomb: ... Look, Stevie, I don't believe in having servants do every little thing for me; on the other hand, I find it just a little difficult to believe that you'd spend the evening cleaning up the barf of ten people. You know what I'm saying?
WaltDaBomb: Jett puked on the kitchen floor last month after having too much Valentine's Day candy. I looked at that and thought, "I am not cleaning that up myself."
Sir Stevie I: Did you notice the part of the story where my wife glared at me. "That meens this is all your fault and you will be the only one to make it better."
Sir Stevie I: You are a sissy.
WaltDaBomb: You pay other people to do things like this.
WaltDaBomb: At least I do.
WaltDaBomb: And if you think I'm a sissy, YOU look my housekeeper in the eye and tell her to clean up barf.
Sir Stevie I: I do, but my wife would have killed me if I didn't do it myself.
WaltDaBomb: That's grounds for divorce in my book. ;-)
Sir Stevie I: I already had one, I dont need another.
WaltDaBomb: *surprised* Oh?
Sir Stevie I: At least I found another wife!
Sir Stevie I: Unlike someone I know.
WaltDaBomb: oh you mean Amy.
Sir Stevie I: Yeah.
WaltDaBomb: thought you meant now, today, vs. Kate
WaltDaBomb: thought you were going to run off with Diane or something
Sir Stevie I: No.
Sir Stevie I: Why the fuck is Diane not on!!!
WaltDaBomb: She was just here
WaltDaBomb: I was trying to send her a message
WaltDaBomb: and *poof* she vanished
Sir Stevie I: Haha Diane and me. That would be crazy.
WaltDaBomb: she's in a mood lately
Sir Stevie I: Damn that woman!! I need to talk to her.
WaltDaBomb: Think she's going through menopause?
Sir Stevie I: Ahahaha. You should tell her that, she would kill you.
WaltDaBomb: No shit!
WaltDaBomb: I think I'll let Francis suggest the idea.
Sir Stevie I: Yes. HE is in a mood too after no one showed up last night.
WaltDaBomb: Let's not start that again. Have a s'more.
Sir Stevie I: *jams it into mouth*
WaltDaBomb: *toasts another marshmallow*
Sir Stevie I: Is it just me or do s'more taste better in hell?
WaltDaBomb: Of course they do. That's so you eat more and gain weight and go into a sugar coma.
WaltDaBomb: *tests blood sugar*
WaltDaBomb: 893. Damn.
WaltDaBomb: *eats another s'more*
Sir Stevie I: Oh look, here comes the divil.
Sir Stevie I: Give her a s'more too.
WaltDaBomb: Hi, Santa, want a s'more?
WaltDaBomb: er, Satan
WaltDaBomb: *is jabbed with a pitchfork*
WaltDaBomb: YEOW!
Sir Stevie I: It's a trident george.
WaltDaBomb: since when do you know more about farm implements than I do?
Sir Stevie I: I've been in hell longer?
Sir Stevie I: *sticks a s'more on your forehead*
WaltDaBomb: *plants a hot marshmallow on your bald spot*
WaltDaBomb: Where's Francis?
Sir Stevie I: Bald spot? *breaks one open and smushes it into your beard*
Sir Stevie I: I dont know where he is? Same place as Diane probably.
WaltDaBomb: What are you suggesting?
WaltDaBomb: "Same place as Diane"?
Sir Stevie I: As in, not here - avoiding us.
WaltDaBomb: This is how rumors get started.
Sir Stevie I: Yes it is.
WaltDaBomb: You know, like the one you started about me and the call girl service. *glares*
Sir Stevie I: That was you George.
Sir Stevie I: And it was true.
WaltDaBomb: It was not.
WaltDaBomb: Or at least part of it wasn't.
Sir Stevie I: Yes, the part where you called.
Sir Stevie I: The street corner was the truth.
WaltDaBomb: I'll own up to that ... but Stevie, why did you make up the part about "golden showers"?
WaltDaBomb: What did I ever do to you to deserve that?
Sir Stevie I: I'm sorry, it just added some "zing" to the story.
WaltDaBomb: *smashes a graham cracker and sprinkles it into the back of your underwear, then gives you a wedgie*
WaltDaBomb: Zing.
Sir Stevie I: *steals the trident and sticks one of the forks up your ass*
Sir Stevie I: POW
Sir Stevie I: Thanks, now my ass is all itchy!
WaltDaBomb: My work is done.
WaltDaBomb: That's a trick I learned from one of my sisties. Makes your ass itch for months afterward.
Sir Stevie I: Damnit!
Sir Stevie I: I will get you for this Lucas!!!
WaltDaBomb: Bwahahahahahaha!
Sir Stevie I: *shaves off your beard*
Sir Stevie I: Ahahahahhaha
WaltDaBomb: *pulls off your toupee*
Sir Stevie I: *waxes your balls*
Sir Stevie I: Zing!
WaltDaBomb: Don't touch my genitalia, you pervert!
Sir Stevie I: I didn't, only the wax did.
WaltDaBomb: *smothers your toupee in melted chocolate and makes you eat it*
Sir Stevie I: *dumps the boiling wax on you*
WaltDaBomb: OW!
Sir Stevie I: *wins*
WaltDaBomb: *pokes you with the trident*
Sir Stevie I: Ouch!
WaltDaBomb: *Poke poke poke poke*
Sir Stevie I: *steals your insulin*
WaltDaBomb: I don't take insulin!
WaltDaBomb: I have the kind of diabetes that you take pills for
Sir Stevie I: Crap!
Sir Stevie I: *flushes your pills down the toilet*
WaltDaBomb: *eats another s'more to show he doesn't care*
WaltDaBomb: The inability to secrete insulin is insignificant next to the power of the s'mores.
Sir Stevie I: You found out the secret! Damnit!
WaltDaBomb: *wins*
Sir Stevie I: *steals the bag of marshmallows*
WaltDaBomb: *keeps the chocolate*
WaltDaBomb: *thinks he got the better end of that deal*
Sir Stevie I: But the power of the s'more has been broken! *evil laugh*
WaltDaBomb: *goes into a diabetic coma*
Sir Stevie I: *laughs and runs away*
WaltDaBomb: *dies*
WaltDaBomb: *makes you direct the last three Star Wars movies in his will*
Sir Stevie I: *makes them all worse the Gigli*
Sir Stevie I: *then steals all your money*
WaltDaBomb: From my poor orphaned children?
Sir Stevie I: Yes.
WaltDaBomb: Why you ... you ...
Sir Stevie I: Oh, fine! I'll take them in.
WaltDaBomb: Try again
Sir Stevie I: What?
WaltDaBomb: You won't steal the money
WaltDaBomb: otherwise ... I will haunt your sorry ass
Sir Stevie I: *takes the chocolate out of your cold dead hands*
WaltDaBomb: and your waxed balls
WaltDaBomb: and your bald head
Sir Stevie I: *sucks your gohst up in the vacuum*
WaltDaBomb: *filters through the vacuum bag and haunts the cats*
Sir Stevie I: *sends the cats to africa*
WaltDaBomb: *haunts your dog*
WaltDaBomb: hmmm ... what does this "warn" thing do?
WaltDaBomb: *tries it*
Sir Stevie I: It warns me.
Sir Stevie I: *puts you in a Tupperware container*
WaltDaBomb: *leaks out the microscopic holes*
Sir Stevie I: It's tupperware man. It never leaks*
WaltDaBomb: I'm a ghost ... that doesn't apply to me
WaltDaBomb: You'll notice in the literature that there's NOTHING about keeping ghosts sealed up
Sir Stevie I: Ok, then in movies then. *sets the GostBuster machine on you*
WaltDaBomb: crap
Sir Stevie I: *wins*
WaltDaBomb: *reincarnates as your first grandchild*
Sir Stevie I: Doesn't believe in reincarnation.
WaltDaBomb: doesn't matter what you believe
Sir Stevie I: *puts hand on grandchilds forehead* "devil be gone" *watches you float off*
WaltDaBomb: *possesses you*
Sir Stevie I: Shit!
WaltDaBomb: *wins*
Sir Stevie I: *gets naked*
WaltDaBomb: uh
WaltDaBomb: this could be fun!
Sir Stevie I: Oh God.
WaltDaBomb: *laughs*
WaltDaBomb: *makes you run down the street naked*
Sir Stevie I: *enjoys in*
Sir Stevie I: *goes back home and makes you look at myself*
WaltDaBomb: *goes to look at Kate instead*
WaltDaBomb: *evil laugh*
Sir Stevie I: *has sex with KAte*
WaltDaBomb: *whooot*
WaltDaBomb: It's a three-way and she doesn't even know it
WaltDaBomb: *makes you call her Amy*
WaltDaBomb: BWAHAHAHAHAHA
Sir Stevie I: *makes you fix my broken nose*
WaltDaBomb: It was worth it ;-)
WaltDaBomb: *makes you go to a meeting with some studio execs naked*
Sir Stevie I: *Goes and finds Marcia*
WaltDaBomb: uhoh
WaltDaBomb: *makes you crap all over your shoes*
Sir Stevie I: *tells her that you have possesed me*
WaltDaBomb: It won't work; she always thought you were weird
Sir Stevie I: *kidnaps your children*
WaltDaBomb: *makes you commit suicide by cop*
Sir Stevie I: *comes back as a ghost and kicks your ass*
WaltDaBomb: Are you saving this? I think there's a movie in it somewhere
Sir Stevie I: I will post it.
This is long but funny! Just read it.