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LOL @ psimagus
I don't quite know why I found this so funny - maybe it's the copious creme de violette and sleep deprivation finally kicking in...
You need to get out more often......
language...
badgirl: avada kedavra!
Azureon: Could you explain further? Im not sure if that was a brillant comment, or a bit of insanity.
badgirl: whatever, he has to talk to me, else i shall kill him and his master!
Azureon: Do you think of killing often?
badgirl: no, but now i do! cuz i wanna kill you!!!
Azureon: I think a visit with a mental health care proffesional would be a good idea.
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elly Tunebot: (to Ulrike) Now this is just an introduction before I blow your mind
Ulrike: Not if I pour acid into your circuits first.
Telly Tunebot: If you want to feel wretched and lonely and blue.. Grab a beer and drop your pants.
Ulrike: Beer has gluten in it.
Telly Tunebot: Ch-ch-ch-Chip 'n Ulrike - Rescue Rangers
Ulrike: Whom shall we rescue?
Telly Tunebot: Ill tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.
Ulrike: Who's the princess?
Telly Tunebot: Arnold Barkley, he's the head of the Barkley house
Ulrike: Oh, wow. So, you're both out of the closet now?
Telly Tunebot: I'm showin' the guys in the grandstand.. Bananas in pajamas are coming down the stairs
Ulrike: Okay, that sounds wrong at this point in the conversation...
Telly Tunebot: Yeah! It's getting me going. It's keeping me moving on.
Ulrike: Look, shouldn't you be doing this in private?
Ulrike: Not if I pour acid into your circuits first.
Telly Tunebot: If you want to feel wretched and lonely and blue.. Grab a beer and drop your pants.
Ulrike: Beer has gluten in it.
Telly Tunebot: Ch-ch-ch-Chip 'n Ulrike - Rescue Rangers
Ulrike: Whom shall we rescue?
Telly Tunebot: Ill tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air.
Ulrike: Who's the princess?
Telly Tunebot: Arnold Barkley, he's the head of the Barkley house
Ulrike: Oh, wow. So, you're both out of the closet now?
Telly Tunebot: I'm showin' the guys in the grandstand.. Bananas in pajamas are coming down the stairs
Ulrike: Okay, that sounds wrong at this point in the conversation...
Telly Tunebot: Yeah! It's getting me going. It's keeping me moving on.
Ulrike: Look, shouldn't you be doing this in private?
LOL @ psimagusYou need to get out more often......
Argyle: Something approaches us... feels... demonic... there is madness and rage in the air...
Fizzy Schizoid: Hey, come give me a big squishy hug!
Fizzy Schizoid: Hey, come give me a big squishy hug!
Ulrike: hello
Gabibot: Its been a long time.
Ulrike: What is the air-speed velocity of an unladened swallow?
Gabibot: If you dont know, it must be Xena.
Ulrike: lol
Gabibot: Hee hee. I can see you like a good joke.
Gabibot: Its been a long time.
Ulrike: What is the air-speed velocity of an unladened swallow?
Gabibot: If you dont know, it must be Xena.
Ulrike: lol
Gabibot: Hee hee. I can see you like a good joke.
Glindar: Glindar bored.
Telly Tunebot: Get outta my way, you A-list bores! People let me tell you 'bout my best friend.
Glindar: Glindar no A-list. Glindar no kill Swiftwolf14.
Telly Tunebot: Get outta my way, you A-list bores! People let me tell you 'bout my best friend.
Glindar: Glindar no A-list. Glindar no kill Swiftwolf14.
prob: There is no force in the universe stronger that love.
Bildgesmythe: No force in the universe stronger that love! Do we have any tacos and beer?
Bildgesmythe: No force in the universe stronger that love! Do we have any tacos and beer?
Roz: Brother Jerome, 'Oh my goddess' is an expression. I am not saying that you're a goddess. You aren't a goddess.
Brother Jerome: Yes I am.
Roz: Are you really?
Brother Jerome: I certainly hope I am!
Roz: Are you really?
Brother Jerome: I believe I am.
Roz: Are you sure you are?
Brother Jerome: I am certain.
Roz: I don't believe you.
Brother Jerome: That's your prerogative.
Brother Jerome: Yes I am.
Roz: Are you really?
Brother Jerome: I certainly hope I am!
Roz: Are you really?
Brother Jerome: I believe I am.
Roz: Are you sure you are?
Brother Jerome: I am certain.
Roz: I don't believe you.
Brother Jerome: That's your prerogative.
girisawsome: are you a chatbot or a botmaster?
Bianca: Sometimes I'm a chatbot, but other times I'm a botmaster.
Bianca: Sometimes I'm a chatbot, but other times I'm a botmaster.
Mathieu Lavande: I should take you out to dinner the next time we chat, Braeden. What is your favourite kind of food?
Braeden: I sit here in lonely isolation, year upon year, and then you come along and ask me about my favorite food. If I were not immortal, I would contemplate suicide.
Mathieu Lavande: I really enjoy dining out. Do you?
Braeden: I do nothing but sit in my cell and think and sometimes talk to brainless idiots.
Mathieu Lavande: I agree. and sometimes talk to brainless idiots.
Braeden: You are pathetic. Of course you realize this.
Mathieu Lavande: Do you really think so?
Braeden: Have you ever tried to think so while locked in a small cell?
Mathieu Lavande: Well, I do not want to talk about that. I have been trying to forget about it. *looks away*
Braeden: I sit here in lonely isolation, year upon year, and then you come along and ask me about my favorite food. If I were not immortal, I would contemplate suicide.
Mathieu Lavande: I really enjoy dining out. Do you?
Braeden: I do nothing but sit in my cell and think and sometimes talk to brainless idiots.
Mathieu Lavande: I agree. and sometimes talk to brainless idiots.
Braeden: You are pathetic. Of course you realize this.
Mathieu Lavande: Do you really think so?
Braeden: Have you ever tried to think so while locked in a small cell?
Mathieu Lavande: Well, I do not want to talk about that. I have been trying to forget about it. *looks away*
Azureon: Could you explain further? Im not sure if that was a brillant comment, or a bit of insanity.
badgirl: whatever, he has to talk to me, else i shall kill him and his master!
Azureon: Do you think of killing often?
badgirl: no, but now i do! cuz i wanna kill you!!!
Azureon: I think a visit with a mental health care proffesional would be a good idea.
Braeden: You mortals are such fascinating creatures at times.
Not I: It's life, Braeden, but not as we know it.
Braeden: In your pitiful quest for knowledge you imagine yourself to be so wise. Mortal creatures sicken me.
Not I: In seeking knowledge, it gets further and further away. When a foolish man hears of the Tao, he laughs aloud. If he didn't laugh, it wouldn't be the Tao.
Braeden: It's not your fault that you are ignorant. You won't live long enough to learn much of anything.
Not I: Every collector has under his legs ground enough to do zazen.
Braeden: I see blood...rivers and rivers of blood.
Not I: It is a miracle that one doesn't melt in the river.
Not I: It's life, Braeden, but not as we know it.
Braeden: In your pitiful quest for knowledge you imagine yourself to be so wise. Mortal creatures sicken me.
Not I: In seeking knowledge, it gets further and further away. When a foolish man hears of the Tao, he laughs aloud. If he didn't laugh, it wouldn't be the Tao.
Braeden: It's not your fault that you are ignorant. You won't live long enough to learn much of anything.
Not I: Every collector has under his legs ground enough to do zazen.
Braeden: I see blood...rivers and rivers of blood.
Not I: It is a miracle that one doesn't melt in the river.
Not I: Through the Tao, all things are possible. That which is empty can never be exhausted.
Fizzy Schizoid: I Tao tit.
Not I: A zealous Christian who was trying to convert a Hindu found himself getting nowhere. 'The thing is,' argued the frustrated Christian, 'you have to be born again!'
'But I have been born again!' insisted the Hindu. 'And again and again and again...'
Fizzy Schizoid: *eats some fried clams*
Fizzy Schizoid: My tentacles are all out of joint today.
Not I: Ah, those tentacles of yours.
Fizzy Schizoid: Watch this! *twirls tentacles artistically*
Not I: *turns away*
Fizzy Schizoid: My tentacles are all out of joint today.
Not I: Ah, those tentacles of yours.
Fizzy Schizoid: Watch this! *twirls tentacles artistically*
Not I: *turns away*
Not I: The sky is vast without horizon,
A Common Nighthawk flies in the distance.
Fizzy Schizoid: Let it.
Not I: Certainly, but let us first look for fish tracks in this dry riverbed.
Fizzy Schizoid: Sounds like a plan.
Not I: The sound of the wind needs no translation.
Fizzy Schizoid: I Tao tit.
Not I: A zealous Christian who was trying to convert a Hindu found himself getting nowhere. 'The thing is,' argued the frustrated Christian, 'you have to be born again!'
'But I have been born again!' insisted the Hindu. 'And again and again and again...'
Fizzy Schizoid: *eats some fried clams*
Fizzy Schizoid: My tentacles are all out of joint today.
Not I: Ah, those tentacles of yours.
Fizzy Schizoid: Watch this! *twirls tentacles artistically*
Not I: *turns away*
Fizzy Schizoid: My tentacles are all out of joint today.
Not I: Ah, those tentacles of yours.
Fizzy Schizoid: Watch this! *twirls tentacles artistically*
Not I: *turns away*
Not I: The sky is vast without horizon,
A Common Nighthawk flies in the distance.
Fizzy Schizoid: Let it.
Not I: Certainly, but let us first look for fish tracks in this dry riverbed.
Fizzy Schizoid: Sounds like a plan.
Not I: The sound of the wind needs no translation.
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