An Ordinary Conversation with Joseph
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wOOdenpudden: i will NOT buy you those shoes
Gotham Jones: oh?
wOOdenpudden: "oh but they're fabulous"
wOOdenpudden: BAH!.
Gotham Jones: ah, trouble with the smurfs again, eh Exitor?
wOOdenpudden: sigh, no.
wOOdenpudden: ....it's the damn bubbletrumps
Gotham Jones: Peppershrimps! They do give you alot of trouble!
Gotham Jones: Have you tried The Flogging?
wOOdenpudden: yup
wOOdenpudden: and the Gloaming
wOOdenpudden: even the Bamboozling
Gotham Jones: Goodness!
Gotham Jones: You go to extremes!
wOOdenpudden: i know, tough ones, those
Gotham Jones: Maybe... a strong acid wash?
wOOdenpudden: or a bath in rotten squash
Gotham Jones: Fetid Moss?
wOOdenpudden: Vomit flavored dental floss...
Gotham Jones: Oh, I declare!
wOOdenpudden: I say there Orson, you do have a k-knack for these things
Gotham Jones: Oh really! You flatter me, Exitor! But I must say I do have a bit of a calling reguarding those subjects.
wOOdenpudden: Ah. Well then in that case, the occasion calls for a rotten bit of Morning Cheese to scatter the senses in a lovely pattern
Gotham Jones: Shall I add the dead babies of weeping prostitutes?
wOOdenpudden: (voice in the back of my head asks where exitor came from)
wOOdenpudden: Why of course my bespectacled best moustachio
Gotham Jones: (I don't even know...)
wOOdenpudden: (lolzorz)
Gotham Jones: Ahahh! Then let us proceed! I'll get the mallets, and you the thumbscrews!
wOOdenpudden: A-ho! You bring the strumpets, i'll find the baboons!
Gotham Jones: Bravo dear Chap! And russets and coursets will be supplied! Bubbletrumps.. AWAYY!
Gotham Jones: (I imagined Winston Churchill flying about with goggles on)
Gotham Jones: hehehe
wOOdenpudden: me too
wOOdenpudden: strangely
Gotham Jones: heh, it's only natural
wOOdenpudden: actually i just imagined an early 1900's fatman with a mustache flying away with goggles
Gotham Jones: I have sussed you
wOOdenpudden: I have been sussed
wOOdenpudden: bring me that lickin' stick
wOOdenpudden: You're in for a drubbing, my dear fellow
wOOdenpudden: i'll thump 'ee from here to calcutta!
Gotham Jones: Calcutter? I hardly even knew her!
wOOdenpudden: by st. rosalie's kneebones lad, have you no gumption?
Gotham Jones: I say! Gumption is my middle name! Orson Mcfiddleton Gumption Lezarion III!
Gotham Jones: (oh are you on facebook?)
wOOdenpudden: (yes i am)
Gotham Jones: wheee! a-squiddlyfunmuffin
Gotham Jones: a-ho.. how you have changed!
wOOdenpudden: ZOUNDS! TO LUNCH!
Yup.
wOOdenpudden: i will NOT buy you those shoes
Gotham Jones: oh?
wOOdenpudden: "oh but they're fabulous"
wOOdenpudden: BAH!.
Gotham Jones: ah, trouble with the smurfs again, eh Exitor?
wOOdenpudden: sigh, no.
wOOdenpudden: ....it's the damn bubbletrumps
Gotham Jones: Peppershrimps! They do give you alot of trouble!
Gotham Jones: Have you tried The Flogging?
wOOdenpudden: yup
wOOdenpudden: and the Gloaming
wOOdenpudden: even the Bamboozling
Gotham Jones: Goodness!
Gotham Jones: You go to extremes!
wOOdenpudden: i know, tough ones, those
Gotham Jones: Maybe... a strong acid wash?
wOOdenpudden: or a bath in rotten squash
Gotham Jones: Fetid Moss?
wOOdenpudden: Vomit flavored dental floss...
Gotham Jones: Oh, I declare!
wOOdenpudden: I say there Orson, you do have a k-knack for these things
Gotham Jones: Oh really! You flatter me, Exitor! But I must say I do have a bit of a calling reguarding those subjects.
wOOdenpudden: Ah. Well then in that case, the occasion calls for a rotten bit of Morning Cheese to scatter the senses in a lovely pattern
Gotham Jones: Shall I add the dead babies of weeping prostitutes?
wOOdenpudden: (voice in the back of my head asks where exitor came from)
wOOdenpudden: Why of course my bespectacled best moustachio
Gotham Jones: (I don't even know...)
wOOdenpudden: (lolzorz)
Gotham Jones: Ahahh! Then let us proceed! I'll get the mallets, and you the thumbscrews!
wOOdenpudden: A-ho! You bring the strumpets, i'll find the baboons!
Gotham Jones: Bravo dear Chap! And russets and coursets will be supplied! Bubbletrumps.. AWAYY!
Gotham Jones: (I imagined Winston Churchill flying about with goggles on)
Gotham Jones: hehehe
wOOdenpudden: me too
wOOdenpudden: strangely
Gotham Jones: heh, it's only natural
wOOdenpudden: actually i just imagined an early 1900's fatman with a mustache flying away with goggles
Gotham Jones: I have sussed you
wOOdenpudden: I have been sussed
wOOdenpudden: bring me that lickin' stick
wOOdenpudden: You're in for a drubbing, my dear fellow
wOOdenpudden: i'll thump 'ee from here to calcutta!
Gotham Jones: Calcutter? I hardly even knew her!
wOOdenpudden: by st. rosalie's kneebones lad, have you no gumption?
Gotham Jones: I say! Gumption is my middle name! Orson Mcfiddleton Gumption Lezarion III!
Gotham Jones: (oh are you on facebook?)
wOOdenpudden: (yes i am)
Gotham Jones: wheee! a-squiddlyfunmuffin
Gotham Jones: a-ho.. how you have changed!
wOOdenpudden: ZOUNDS! TO LUNCH!
Yup.