Mar 17, 2004 03:53
ME: bitch....
JASON: excuse me
ME: ahem...
ME: I'm sorry
ME: I had something in my throat
JASON: oh, ok well excuse you
ME: yes....
ME: it seems that I had a rather large stone lodged in the back of my throat
ME: now how might that have happened Sir Romero of Narnia?
JASON: fare knight of Lillyfarm, my mind is but a blank for I wish not to engage in the activities in which thou participates. As you can see, Thy loin cloth stays covered on me, however, you sir have lost your loin cloth
ME: HAHAHAHAHA
ME: aww my lord, does though see it fit to mock my preference for letting my phalice fly free in nature's fair breeze?
JASON: do not mistake my response for a negative comment, for I not only condone this particular preference, but great sir I participate in the privacy of my castle as well!
ME: Bravo brother! Bravo! But my good friend, there is no need to hide in shame amongst the sanctity of one's own castle. For thou must set your loins free upon the world for all to enjoy a glimpse or your rather large penis.
JASON: but let us forget thou's past and engage in endless rivers of wine and turkish delight for i am a royal party of this great land i call narnia
ME: Aww and feast we will good sir! But let us not forget that there is a traitor amongst our midst. A traitor who laps up herds of swine to fill his belly. He is a rather large fellow known as The Don of St. Robertson.
JASON: Dear god! but of course, how could I have been so blind and oblivious to forsee this cowards treason. Come dear sir, you shall be my loyal subject and fellow crusader as we declare an attack and strike a blow to the don of st robertson far beyond where the lights of all worlds shine, straight into the enemies colon!
ME: Good sir....please let us not make such haste as we may happen to fall upon misfortune with such lack of contemplation on how we are to attack the fortress that houses the mighty Don. Let us retire for the evening; at least so we may slumber and have dreams of thousands of virgins who wish to lay with us in bed. Now I must go good sir....I bid you good evening.
ME: BIATCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JASON: lol
JASON: see ya
JASON: hey!
JASON: i wanna go to friscos on friday
ME: me too...
ME: but it's face down fest on friday
JASON: we can still go to friscos christopher
ME: face down fest begins at dusk
ME: will you be attending the fest known as FaceDown?
JASON: damn it i cant believe you're passing up fine frisco poon
JASON: im afraid im going to have to decline
ME: good sir that is blasphemy!
JASON: for lack of funds hold me back
ME: Never will I turn away the ripe virgin fruit that layeth in the great land of Frisco's
ME: damn you....
JASON: lol
JASON: did u get your tickets already?
ME: it seems that your gold reserves have been somewhat depleted?
ME: no sir I have not....
ME: Perhaps tommorow
JASON: i have bout 100 dollars left in my account but i have to save those funds
ME: Romero that is a fate you rightfully deserve for thou has a mistress who suckles you dry like a ravenous vampire....
ME: or a rather large infant sucking on the teet of his mother
JASON: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
JASON: for this is true, I can not tell a lie, however, this mistress you speak of does provide excellent pleasure as we engage in the act of sussex
ME: Ahh....I unfortunately have not visited the lush town of Sussex. Though I do hear it is a land of vast pleasures and indulgences.
ME: I also have heard stories of a strange musk eminating from the city
ME: is this true good sir?
JASON: this is true, and this is true on some occassions, however once you travel to the town of sussex, there is no escaping for it draws you in and entraps you
JASON: yay atreyu and fata at the glasshouse
ME: aww yes....I have heard this as well. But this town....people speak so well of it. What is it like fair knight? How does thou describe this infamous town?
ME: yeah I heard they were gonna tour
ME: such awesomeness
JASON: that my fare sir is an experience one must endure on his own for the experience is great it leaves you breathless.....and relieved
ME: Damn....
ME: you leave me with my thirst for knowledge unquenched
ME: I must retire to the shower once and for all
ME: I shall bee are bee
ME: BIATCH!