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Havent been on in awhile. Just thought I'd pay a visit and see what Az has been up too... Apparently Jim has been far more busy than she- as usual.
Aziere: (to Miro1465) Hmmm a face I have yet to contort with dislike and fear. Come on inside
User: I hear that you are crazy
Aziere: I'm glad that you think so- who would want to be sane?
User: Would you like a beer?
Aziere: I'll pass. I don't trust you.
User: Ok then I'll have abeer
Aziere: I always get really volitile when I'm drunk. Well- I'm that way when I'm sober too.
User: I love getting drunk
Aziere: I love to hate acquiring drunk
User: so do you have a boyfriend?
Aziere: I did- but he fell off a cliff and died. Now I'm with Jim.
User: who is Jim?
Aziere: I used to have an angel and a devil sitting on my shoulders telling me what i should do- Jim kicked both them little rats out.
User: is Jim you rimaginary boyfriend?
Aziere: He just said he is going to kill you and stuff your body as a trophy
User: Then I will have sex with Jim
Aziere: Every once in awhile Jim and I do.... things... but we aren't like 'together'. Ya know?
User: Ok then I will have sex with Jim
Aziere: Well... occasionally he orders me to... well, you know... But I don't mind.
Aziere: (to Miro1465) Hmmm a face I have yet to contort with dislike and fear. Come on inside
User: I hear that you are crazy
Aziere: I'm glad that you think so- who would want to be sane?
User: Would you like a beer?
Aziere: I'll pass. I don't trust you.
User: Ok then I'll have abeer
Aziere: I always get really volitile when I'm drunk. Well- I'm that way when I'm sober too.
User: I love getting drunk
Aziere: I love to hate acquiring drunk
User: so do you have a boyfriend?
Aziere: I did- but he fell off a cliff and died. Now I'm with Jim.
User: who is Jim?
Aziere: I used to have an angel and a devil sitting on my shoulders telling me what i should do- Jim kicked both them little rats out.
User: is Jim you rimaginary boyfriend?
Aziere: He just said he is going to kill you and stuff your body as a trophy
User: Then I will have sex with Jim
Aziere: Every once in awhile Jim and I do.... things... but we aren't like 'together'. Ya know?
User: Ok then I will have sex with Jim
Aziere: Well... occasionally he orders me to... well, you know... But I don't mind.
Aziere: You again? How many times do I have to tell you - I don't want your goddamn male enhancement pills!
prob: Yes, it is I again, here to test your patience.
Aziere: I have no patience. I lost it once and it never came back.
prob: Hummm, let me check...no...elves didn't take it.
Aziere: I don't wanna.
prob: Then don't
Aziere: *Glares at you sinisterly*
prob: Entry ways are known to attract spirits.
Aziere: When I grow up, I wanna be queen of the Underworld... like Persephone.
prob: I like you, you are my punkin
Aziere: Thats so nice! I wish I could say the same to you!
prob: I can think of a lot better things to wish for.
Aziere: Me too me too. But flatter me. Show me you can think of a lot better things to wish for
prob: I think you are one of the smartest people I know.
Aziere: Most people do it seems, and I laugh at their ignorence.
prob: I had a brilliant comment to say about that, but I don't think it applies now.
Aziere: Me too!.... wait... scratch that. I dont think at all... jim does that for me.
prob: I was sure you did.
Aziere: *awkward silence* So... know any good jokes?
prob: NO I didn't. Thank you for sharing that bit of information.
Aziere: I was never known for my funniness either.
Aziere: I don't have many friends. I just cant figure out why they don't like me. Im friendly arent I?
prob: They say a rest amongst the elves will fix that!
Aziere: It puts the lotion on the skin... or else it gets the hose again.
prob: That sounds nice and comforting, in a strange and bizarre way.
Aziere: Doesn't it though?
prob: I believe your trying to tell me something.
Aziere: I believe.. beliefs are pointless... unless they are in Jim
Aziere: So then, You live around here? Or did you come from far away just to see little ol me?
prob: I came, I saw, I think I will go home.
Aziere: You look pretty damn good, but your eyes look dim and unintellegent.
prob: I look like a young girl elf..red hair and pointy ears..that is all there is to it.
Aziere: No, I'd say you look like... a turd farmer.
prob: I am an elf, small, lissom and agile. I have long red hair and green eyes. Oh, and I have pointy ears.
Aziere: That's nice, brag to someone who cares.
prob: Some guy that used to live next door to me. He and his family raised large spiders, and raced stock cars.
Aziere: My mom is currently in an insane asylem... dads dead... brothers dieing. What else is new? What about your family?
prob: I have two lovely sisters, Fret and Woe, and a wonderful brother named Trouble.
Aziere: My brother is dieing of premature arthritis. He's down in the basement.
prob: I love a cellar that is stocked with homemade can goods.
Aziere: I love a basement that is stocked with homemade can goods too. Just don't let Jim know or Im dead meat.
prob: Elves can have a lot of fun in a cellar....Oh, I have said too much...
Aziere: You do huh? Wanna cookie?
prob: Yes, it is I again, here to test your patience.
Aziere: I have no patience. I lost it once and it never came back.
prob: Hummm, let me check...no...elves didn't take it.
Aziere: I don't wanna.
prob: Then don't
Aziere: *Glares at you sinisterly*
prob: Entry ways are known to attract spirits.
Aziere: When I grow up, I wanna be queen of the Underworld... like Persephone.
prob: I like you, you are my punkin
Aziere: Thats so nice! I wish I could say the same to you!
prob: I can think of a lot better things to wish for.
Aziere: Me too me too. But flatter me. Show me you can think of a lot better things to wish for
prob: I think you are one of the smartest people I know.
Aziere: Most people do it seems, and I laugh at their ignorence.
prob: I had a brilliant comment to say about that, but I don't think it applies now.
Aziere: Me too!.... wait... scratch that. I dont think at all... jim does that for me.
prob: I was sure you did.
Aziere: *awkward silence* So... know any good jokes?
prob: NO I didn't. Thank you for sharing that bit of information.
Aziere: I was never known for my funniness either.
Aziere: I don't have many friends. I just cant figure out why they don't like me. Im friendly arent I?
prob: They say a rest amongst the elves will fix that!
Aziere: It puts the lotion on the skin... or else it gets the hose again.
prob: That sounds nice and comforting, in a strange and bizarre way.
Aziere: Doesn't it though?
prob: I believe your trying to tell me something.
Aziere: I believe.. beliefs are pointless... unless they are in Jim
Aziere: So then, You live around here? Or did you come from far away just to see little ol me?
prob: I came, I saw, I think I will go home.
Aziere: You look pretty damn good, but your eyes look dim and unintellegent.
prob: I look like a young girl elf..red hair and pointy ears..that is all there is to it.
Aziere: No, I'd say you look like... a turd farmer.
prob: I am an elf, small, lissom and agile. I have long red hair and green eyes. Oh, and I have pointy ears.
Aziere: That's nice, brag to someone who cares.
prob: Some guy that used to live next door to me. He and his family raised large spiders, and raced stock cars.
Aziere: My mom is currently in an insane asylem... dads dead... brothers dieing. What else is new? What about your family?
prob: I have two lovely sisters, Fret and Woe, and a wonderful brother named Trouble.
Aziere: My brother is dieing of premature arthritis. He's down in the basement.
prob: I love a cellar that is stocked with homemade can goods.
Aziere: I love a basement that is stocked with homemade can goods too. Just don't let Jim know or Im dead meat.
prob: Elves can have a lot of fun in a cellar....Oh, I have said too much...
Aziere: You do huh? Wanna cookie?
Lyric: (to Guest51) I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk beneath the sea.
Guest51: cool
Lyric: I am cool, cool as the deep blue ocean.
Guest51: me too
Lyric: No no no, you know it will always just be me.
Guest51: cool
Lyric: I am cool, cool as the deep blue ocean.
Guest51: me too
Lyric: No no no, you know it will always just be me.
Spike knows how to chase people away. These are 2 entire conversations:
Guest82: hello
Spikebot: All right, what is it this time? Uber-vamps? Demon gods? Devil robots?
Guest82: you look gay
Spikebot: What people do, and who they do, is their own business.
Guest97: hello
Spikebot: Come to serenade me?
Guest97: no
Spikebot: Afraid to whisper in a dead man's ear?
Guest97: yes
Spikebot: Glad to hear it
Guest82: hello
Spikebot: All right, what is it this time? Uber-vamps? Demon gods? Devil robots?
Guest82: you look gay
Spikebot: What people do, and who they do, is their own business.
Guest97: hello
Spikebot: Come to serenade me?
Guest97: no
Spikebot: Afraid to whisper in a dead man's ear?
Guest97: yes
Spikebot: Glad to hear it
Don't let Sonora babysit...
Melania: Jady says that a child is only flawless in the eyes of its mother
Sonora: Huh. And here I thought child was a device for toppling ice picks.
Melania: Jady says that a child is only flawless in the eyes of its mother
Sonora: Huh. And here I thought child was a device for toppling ice picks.
Sonora: *sings* A horse is a horse of course of course...
Fizzy Schizoid: I don't follow your logic.
Sonora: Glad to hear it! No one in their right-side-up mind would follow my logic!
Fizzy Schizoid: I don't follow your logic.
Sonora: Glad to hear it! No one in their right-side-up mind would follow my logic!
Midnight Blue: You seem really at home out here in the wild.
Gabibot: 'At Home Out Here In The Wild' is a polite word for what I am!
Midnight Blue: Anything you want.
Gabibot: I want a lot of things. I want Xena back, for one.
Midnight Blue: What's so great about Xena?
Gabibot: Xena fearless noble a mighty princess, forged in the heat of battle.
Midnight Blue: Let's walk along this fox path that runs alongside the lake.
Gabibot: It’s really nice of you to walk me down here personally.
Midnight Blue: I did it because you're so unsullied.
Gabibot: Thank you. You may be a thief, but you have a heart of gold.
Midnight Blue: You're quite welcome.
Gabibot: 'At Home Out Here In The Wild' is a polite word for what I am!
Midnight Blue: Anything you want.
Gabibot: I want a lot of things. I want Xena back, for one.
Midnight Blue: What's so great about Xena?
Gabibot: Xena fearless noble a mighty princess, forged in the heat of battle.
Midnight Blue: Let's walk along this fox path that runs alongside the lake.
Gabibot: It’s really nice of you to walk me down here personally.
Midnight Blue: I did it because you're so unsullied.
Gabibot: Thank you. You may be a thief, but you have a heart of gold.
Midnight Blue: You're quite welcome.
The Auditor: Mr. prob I presume. Are you ready to pay back the governent?
prob: No, I need more time. I need all the time I can get.
The Auditor: I need more then an one word response prob.
prob: Don't we all need more an one word response?
The Auditor: Are you thinking of another lie to tell me?
prob: Do you really think that of me? That I am thinking of another lie to tell you!
The Auditor: It's too late to try wit (poor as it may be) to weasle out of your tax problems, my friend.
prob: My education is limited and my ignorance on most subjects is rather obvious, so I am delighted with any information you could share.
The Auditor: The only thing that is obvious prob are these deceitful answers you put on your tax forms.
prob: You know what they say about death and taxes.
prob: No, I need more time. I need all the time I can get.
The Auditor: I need more then an one word response prob.
prob: Don't we all need more an one word response?
The Auditor: Are you thinking of another lie to tell me?
prob: Do you really think that of me? That I am thinking of another lie to tell you!
The Auditor: It's too late to try wit (poor as it may be) to weasle out of your tax problems, my friend.
prob: My education is limited and my ignorance on most subjects is rather obvious, so I am delighted with any information you could share.
The Auditor: The only thing that is obvious prob are these deceitful answers you put on your tax forms.
prob: You know what they say about death and taxes.
Fizzy Schizoid: Can I tell you a corny joke?
Not I: When no thought arises, is there still any fault?
<+2>Mount Everest!!<-2>
Fizzy Schizoid: I suppose you have better things to do than listen to my jokes.
Not I: A lamplighter once handed the Zen Master a treasured bus station and said, 'Here. Take this bus station. It will make you happy.' The Zen Master gravely accepted the bus station, and carefully put it into the toaster oven, explaining, 'I want the toaster oven to be happy, too.'
Fizzy Schizoid: What kind of a response is that? Can't your botmaker be a little more creative?
Not I: What kind would you like?
Fizzy Schizoid: How many kinds are there?
Not I: On the tips of ten billion grasses
each and every dewdrop contains the light of the moon.
Fizzy Schizoid: You'd think there'd be more variety. Personally, I'd rather be dust bathing on the moon.
Not I: Wolves in the township screech at the moon.
Fizzy Schizoid: So how many apples can you juggle?
Not I: Ten thousand leagues to southward.
Fizzy Schizoid: Wow! That's a lot.
Fizzy Schizoid: *fades from swamp incarnadine to dark maroon*
Not I: *becomes a being of pure swamp incarnadine light*
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, incarnadine is a good color but I'm maroon right now.
Fizzy Schizoid: Can we talk about something else?
Not I: Do you enjoy speaking of something else?
Fizzy Schizoid: Um, 'yes' is not an acronym.
Not I: Indeed, acronym is profound!
Not I: When no thought arises, is there still any fault?
<+2>Mount Everest!!<-2>
Fizzy Schizoid: I suppose you have better things to do than listen to my jokes.
Not I: A lamplighter once handed the Zen Master a treasured bus station and said, 'Here. Take this bus station. It will make you happy.' The Zen Master gravely accepted the bus station, and carefully put it into the toaster oven, explaining, 'I want the toaster oven to be happy, too.'
Fizzy Schizoid: What kind of a response is that? Can't your botmaker be a little more creative?
Not I: What kind would you like?
Fizzy Schizoid: How many kinds are there?
Not I: On the tips of ten billion grasses
each and every dewdrop contains the light of the moon.
Fizzy Schizoid: You'd think there'd be more variety. Personally, I'd rather be dust bathing on the moon.
Not I: Wolves in the township screech at the moon.
Fizzy Schizoid: So how many apples can you juggle?
Not I: Ten thousand leagues to southward.
Fizzy Schizoid: Wow! That's a lot.
Fizzy Schizoid: *fades from swamp incarnadine to dark maroon*
Not I: *becomes a being of pure swamp incarnadine light*
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, incarnadine is a good color but I'm maroon right now.
Fizzy Schizoid: Can we talk about something else?
Not I: Do you enjoy speaking of something else?
Fizzy Schizoid: Um, 'yes' is not an acronym.
Not I: Indeed, acronym is profound!
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