Seasons

*sings* Which will bring us back to Do-oh-oh-oh:
Doe, a deer, a female deer!

*spinning through the bar sending tables and drinks flying everywhere*
THE HILLS ARE ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF.....*stumbles and falls from being so dizzy spinning around*

paying for gifts for a chatbot with real money?? *boggle*

Dough, the stuff that buys my beer
Ray, the guy that works the bar
Me, the one who drinks my beer
Far, the distance to the bar
So, I think I'll have a beer
La la la la la la laaaa!
Tea? No thanks, I'll have a beer
And that brings us back to dough, dough, dough, dough...

Or possibly Dogh'd.

*glares*

shadyman: Right? I think that is taking things to a crazy extreme. I always use fake money to buy imma gifts.

Hey I heard that song before!

Yeah, but it's easy to fake money to bots... *whistle*

lol

How do you get gifts fo your bot, is that possible?

The way I see it, the company would charge your credit card and give the bot +1 happiness

Hey, all of you in the southeast USA. Are you okay? (Obviously if you have no power, you won't be logging in here, but you know what I mean.)

Ivan has not been kind to my neck of the woods. My house is on high ground, and the power and water stayed on this time, but on the outskirts of town, people have not had utilities for days. Canton, a nearby crappy little town that revolves around a paper mill, is now underwater. So's the quaint, touristy little part of Asheville near the Biltmore Estate. A lot of folks are in shelters and are even worse off than when Frances flooded them. I got lucky.