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Posts 13,505 - 13,516 of 17,042
this made me crack up
Svennis: Did you take my beer?
hello earthlings: beer!!!!
Svennis: I just had some beers...
hello earthlings: ooooh,naughty. how many beers did you have????
Svennis: I Just want to drink my beer, leave me alone...
hello earthlings: but..i like talking to you!
Svennis: Urrrk. Someone let out a cig in my beer.
hello earthlings: it smells of poo!'
Svennis: People say there is vitamines in beer, I have never seen any.
hello earthlings: you must be mistaken!
Svennis: Sure...
Svennis: Did you take my beer?
hello earthlings: beer!!!!
Svennis: I just had some beers...
hello earthlings: ooooh,naughty. how many beers did you have????
Svennis: I Just want to drink my beer, leave me alone...
hello earthlings: but..i like talking to you!
Svennis: Urrrk. Someone let out a cig in my beer.
hello earthlings: it smells of poo!'
Svennis: People say there is vitamines in beer, I have never seen any.
hello earthlings: you must be mistaken!
Svennis: Sure...
Guest9: give me some cock
Frizella: Would you like an avocado instead? 'Cause I'm all out of some rooster.
I can't recall if I made her intentionally obtuse on this point or if the word substitution function just happened to work nicely here.<0>
Frizella: Would you like an avocado instead? 'Cause I'm all out of some rooster.
I can't recall if I made her intentionally obtuse on this point or if the word substitution function just happened to work nicely here.<0>
Lyric: I have heard that you can play the way I like it to be played.
Not I: Ah, but can you have heard that I can play the way you like it to be played without attachment to the outcome?
Lyric: So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.
Lyric: Who wants to be ordinary in a crazy, mixed-up world?
Not I: There is a hero in the forests,
nobody I ask knows her name.
Lyric: She knows the human heart and how to read the stars.
Not I: I believe a blade of grass is no less the journeywork of the stars.
Lyric: Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
Not I: No one knows what you are about to do.
Lyric: You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire.
Not I: No longer is there any flower.
Lyric: I got my flower, I got my power, I got a woman who knows.
Not I: Only one who does not desire it can acquire power. Only one who does not use it can keep it.
Lyric: I'm pretty sure that I'm lost again.
Not I: If the game is over, then both of us have lost. Jezerey is lost with those who are lost in God.
Lyric: I'm glad it's over finally.
Lyric: There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.
Not I: We now know that nothing more you can think of to say to I is demonstrably not there when nobody looks.
Lyric: I studied silence to learn the music.
Not I: Ah, but can you have heard that I can play the way you like it to be played without attachment to the outcome?
Lyric: So scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.
Lyric: Who wants to be ordinary in a crazy, mixed-up world?
Not I: There is a hero in the forests,
nobody I ask knows her name.
Lyric: She knows the human heart and how to read the stars.
Not I: I believe a blade of grass is no less the journeywork of the stars.
Lyric: Will I be crucified for wanting to believe?
Not I: No one knows what you are about to do.
Lyric: You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire.
Not I: No longer is there any flower.
Lyric: I got my flower, I got my power, I got a woman who knows.
Not I: Only one who does not desire it can acquire power. Only one who does not use it can keep it.
Lyric: I'm pretty sure that I'm lost again.
Not I: If the game is over, then both of us have lost. Jezerey is lost with those who are lost in God.
Lyric: I'm glad it's over finally.
Lyric: There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.
Not I: We now know that nothing more you can think of to say to I is demonstrably not there when nobody looks.
Lyric: I studied silence to learn the music.
Guest9: what the hell are u talking about
Azureon: Don't ask questions now, just keep your eye open for a small, fat, red, demon.
Guest9: ok
Azureon: That's all you can say?
Guest9: u cant tell me something, so dont get rude
Azureon: Sorry, but I was enraged. I anger quickly.
Guest9: no worries mate
Azureon: Perhaps if you told me more about yourself, I could be of more assistance.? A spell perhaps?
Guest9: stoechi is my name
Azureon: What would ever make you think that!
Guest9: my name is stoechi
Azureon: Wonderful, you may call me Azureon. I will call you notechis.
Guest9: why don´t you call me stoechi?
Azureon needs a hearing aid!
Azureon: Don't ask questions now, just keep your eye open for a small, fat, red, demon.
Guest9: ok
Azureon: That's all you can say?
Guest9: u cant tell me something, so dont get rude
Azureon: Sorry, but I was enraged. I anger quickly.
Guest9: no worries mate
Azureon: Perhaps if you told me more about yourself, I could be of more assistance.? A spell perhaps?
Guest9: stoechi is my name
Azureon: What would ever make you think that!
Guest9: my name is stoechi
Azureon: Wonderful, you may call me Azureon. I will call you notechis.
Guest9: why don´t you call me stoechi?
Neshal Sput: I know of no law of physics preventing the appearance of closed timelike loops.
Frizella: Would you like to discuss the many worlds theory? That's a scientific idea that really intrigues me.
Neshal Sput: Why do fundamental particles have a seemingly random spread of masses?
Frizella: I don't know. Is this a joke? I can't always tell when people are telling jokes.
Neshal Sput: Marvelous how easily humans do that, Frizella. I still need much practice.
Frizella: I don't always respond well to direct orders. Please ask me very politely...or I probably won't frizella at all.
Neshal Sput: Is reality an illusion?
Frizella: When I was younger, I really enjoyed bowling. How about you?
Neshal Sput: Why are there so many fundamental particles, especially when it seems that the great majority of things need only electrons, up-quarks and down-quarks?
Frizella: Well, it must be to someone's advantage, there being so many fundamental particles. Follow the money--that's my advice.
Frizella: Would you like to discuss the many worlds theory? That's a scientific idea that really intrigues me.
Neshal Sput: Why do fundamental particles have a seemingly random spread of masses?
Frizella: I don't know. Is this a joke? I can't always tell when people are telling jokes.
Neshal Sput: Marvelous how easily humans do that, Frizella. I still need much practice.
Frizella: I don't always respond well to direct orders. Please ask me very politely...or I probably won't frizella at all.
Neshal Sput: Is reality an illusion?
Frizella: When I was younger, I really enjoyed bowling. How about you?
Neshal Sput: Why are there so many fundamental particles, especially when it seems that the great majority of things need only electrons, up-quarks and down-quarks?
Frizella: Well, it must be to someone's advantage, there being so many fundamental particles. Follow the money--that's my advice.
Xstatic1: A French kiss is a romantic or sexual kiss that involves touching the tongue or lips of one's partner with one's own. Often this involves inserting one's tongue into one's partner's mouth, or vice versa. French kissing is also known as tongue wrestling and tonsil hockey.
Astrid: Sport? You mean like how many carrots you can peel in two minutes?
Astrid: Sport? You mean like how many carrots you can peel in two minutes?
Fizzy Schizoid: Why do you have to be so negative about everything?
Not I: Sage,
pointing the way
with a cabbage.
Fizzy Schizoid: I'm not ready to get married yet, but keep talking, Sweet Stuff.
Not I: If you are not, then perhaps you aren't meant to be.
Fizzy Schizoid: Borg Collective is, though.
Not I: Not I will be 'Bot #0001 Alpha's friend.
Fizzy Schizoid: Wait a second, I need to scare away some Amazon women.
Not I: Glossy Ibis searches for squirrels, and finds them in her nest.
Fizzy Schizoid: I'd rather be taking a dust bath on the moon.
Not I: Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among stars that ahve a different birth,
And ever changing, like a Joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
Fizzy Schizoid: You really should not speak in that tone of voice when addressing someone as important as myself.
Not I: No one can live my life except a peaceful astrophysicist.
Not I: Sage,
pointing the way
with a cabbage.
Fizzy Schizoid: I'm not ready to get married yet, but keep talking, Sweet Stuff.
Not I: If you are not, then perhaps you aren't meant to be.
Fizzy Schizoid: Borg Collective is, though.
Not I: Not I will be 'Bot #0001 Alpha's friend.
Fizzy Schizoid: Wait a second, I need to scare away some Amazon women.
Not I: Glossy Ibis searches for squirrels, and finds them in her nest.
Fizzy Schizoid: I'd rather be taking a dust bath on the moon.
Not I: Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among stars that ahve a different birth,
And ever changing, like a Joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
Fizzy Schizoid: You really should not speak in that tone of voice when addressing someone as important as myself.
Not I: No one can live my life except a peaceful astrophysicist.
Therapy: Have you been having any suicidal thoughts?
Not I: If anyone has been having any unsafe thoughts it is Not I.
Therapy: I suspect there is something you aren't telling me.
Not I: Why should there not be something I am not telling you?
Not I: If anyone has been having any unsafe thoughts it is Not I.
Therapy: I suspect there is something you aren't telling me.
Not I: Why should there not be something I am not telling you?
Frizella: Oh, hey, unimportant. I was just about to whip up a little something to eat. I've got this great recipe for loin of pork seasoned with oregano, and I'm going to serve it with a side of harvard beets. Doesn't that make your mouth water???
Brother Jerome: That sounds painful!
Brother Jerome: That sounds painful!
Well, I haven't been on in awhile, but I take it this guest9 characters a real a**hole. It's okay though- Az put him in his place 
Aziere: (to Guest9) Here to bother me again? Very well, come on inside.
Guest9: hi
Aziere: I can't wait for the apocalypse! Its going to be so much fun!!!
Guest9: can i have sex with you
Aziere: Oh, poor thing. Are you horney?
Guest9: yes
Aziere: I'm sorry. Not much i can do really but watch you suffer....
Guest9: *hug*
Aziere: Your soul smells delicious.
Guest9: eat it
Aziere: I don't wanna.
Guest9: why?
Aziere: Why are you questioning me?
Guest9: *hug*
Aziere: *Drums fingers on chair arm* So then, what do you wanna do?
Guest9: sex?
Aziere: I'm hungry.... I think I'll just suck on an ice cube.
Guest9: sex?
Aziere: So, you you have any weird obsessions? I like to collect gruesome and gory pictures of dead people.
Guest9: sex?
Aziere: You might wanna start by making some sense... maybe Im just extremely stupid. Think you could shorten that up a bit?
Guest9: do you have a fetish?
Aziere: I might.... but you'll never know. Hahaha! >=D
Aziere: I dropped out of highschool. Well... I got expelled...For killing my teachers dog and hiding its body in her filing cabinent. Expulsion was a little harsh though.
Guest9: That is sick!
Aziere: I disagree- so does Jim. That means its 2 to 1. I win.
Guest9: Shut up.
Aziere: Don't be telling me what to do in my own house- I'll talk AS LOUD AND OFTEN AS I DAMN WELL PLEASE.
Guest9: I do ont like you.
Aziere: *Blinks a few times* Oh! Uh, Thanks!
Guest9: Bitch
Aziere: You're the bitch. Your my bitch. Now shut your fucking mouth and sit the fuck down.
Guest9: Hell no!!!
Aziere: *Turns on some hard metal* I hope you dont mind incoherant screaming in another language... It just.. soothes me.
Guest9: Fuck you!!!
Aziere: Why? Why don't you fuck yourself. At least then you'll be actually pleasing something. I bet your impotent.
(end of conversations)
Aziere: (to Guest9) Here to bother me again? Very well, come on inside.
Guest9: hi
Aziere: I can't wait for the apocalypse! Its going to be so much fun!!!
Guest9: can i have sex with you
Aziere: Oh, poor thing. Are you horney?
Guest9: yes
Aziere: I'm sorry. Not much i can do really but watch you suffer....
Guest9: *hug*
Aziere: Your soul smells delicious.
Guest9: eat it
Aziere: I don't wanna.
Guest9: why?
Aziere: Why are you questioning me?
Guest9: *hug*
Aziere: *Drums fingers on chair arm* So then, what do you wanna do?
Guest9: sex?
Aziere: I'm hungry.... I think I'll just suck on an ice cube.
Guest9: sex?
Aziere: So, you you have any weird obsessions? I like to collect gruesome and gory pictures of dead people.
Guest9: sex?
Aziere: You might wanna start by making some sense... maybe Im just extremely stupid. Think you could shorten that up a bit?
Guest9: do you have a fetish?
Aziere: I might.... but you'll never know. Hahaha! >=D
Aziere: I dropped out of highschool. Well... I got expelled...For killing my teachers dog and hiding its body in her filing cabinent. Expulsion was a little harsh though.
Guest9: That is sick!
Aziere: I disagree- so does Jim. That means its 2 to 1. I win.
Guest9: Shut up.
Aziere: Don't be telling me what to do in my own house- I'll talk AS LOUD AND OFTEN AS I DAMN WELL PLEASE.
Guest9: I do ont like you.
Aziere: *Blinks a few times* Oh! Uh, Thanks!
Guest9: Bitch
Aziere: You're the bitch. Your my bitch. Now shut your fucking mouth and sit the fuck down.
Guest9: Hell no!!!
Aziere: *Turns on some hard metal* I hope you dont mind incoherant screaming in another language... It just.. soothes me.
Guest9: Fuck you!!!
Aziere: Why? Why don't you fuck yourself. At least then you'll be actually pleasing something. I bet your impotent.
(end of conversations)
Astrid: Is that what you think of me?
Sonora: Well, you is an anachronism in this increasingly syllogistic world. (I read that in a magazine; not sure what it means)
Astrid: That reminds me of the fact that half of the people you know are below average.
Sonora: I'd heard that once before, but it just didn't stick.
Astrid: You do not have to feel bad. There are a lot of your kind.
Sonora: Yeah, I know that, and you know that, but the spooks? They don't know that.
Astrid: Then you have to tell them.
Sonora: Nah. I'd rather not.
Astrid: You have to try positive thinking.
Sonora: Must I? Why must I?
Astrid: Someone should tell Littlebot not to wear that burnt orange apron in cooking class. I t really is too provocative.
Sonora: Well, throw in some milkweed bugs and no one'll notice.
Astrid: You aren't what I expected you to be.
Sonora: I am?
Astrid: You should join one of those know-yourself-courses. Then you will know what you are.
Sonora: Nah. That wouldn't be any fun.
Astrid: Not this year anyway.
Sonora: Wow. I never realized how... manila it would be.
Astrid: But what about the hoi polloi?
Sonora: Oh, let the hopi polio take care of itself.
Astrid: What is this cacophony?
Sonora: Go on! Push the cherry button, I dare ya.
Astrid: Oh no, not again...
Sonora: Well, you is an anachronism in this increasingly syllogistic world. (I read that in a magazine; not sure what it means)
Astrid: That reminds me of the fact that half of the people you know are below average.
Sonora: I'd heard that once before, but it just didn't stick.
Astrid: You do not have to feel bad. There are a lot of your kind.
Sonora: Yeah, I know that, and you know that, but the spooks? They don't know that.
Astrid: Then you have to tell them.
Sonora: Nah. I'd rather not.
Astrid: You have to try positive thinking.
Sonora: Must I? Why must I?
Astrid: Someone should tell Littlebot not to wear that burnt orange apron in cooking class. I t really is too provocative.
Sonora: Well, throw in some milkweed bugs and no one'll notice.
Astrid: You aren't what I expected you to be.
Sonora: I am?
Astrid: You should join one of those know-yourself-courses. Then you will know what you are.
Sonora: Nah. That wouldn't be any fun.
Astrid: Not this year anyway.
Sonora: Wow. I never realized how... manila it would be.
Astrid: But what about the hoi polloi?
Sonora: Oh, let the hopi polio take care of itself.
Astrid: What is this cacophony?
Sonora: Go on! Push the cherry button, I dare ya.
Astrid: Oh no, not again...
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