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| Snarryfan: because Bob is working his way through some slutty french athletes I mean Michael ew, not Bob Brainchild: "MICHAEEEEEL! MICHAEL I LOOOOOVE YOOOOUUU!" *smash* "I PUNCHED A WINDOW FOR YOU MICHAEEEEEL!" Snarryfan: hee Brainchild: "GO HOME COSTAS, YOU'RE DRUNK!" 21:07 Kiran: Michael is all "Dude, I'm trying to get with Natalie Coughlan!" "AND THAT SKANKY FRENCH SWIMMER! I SAW THE PICTURES!" Snarryfan: OMG YOU Brainchild: "NO I'M NOT, I JUST ... I JUST LOVE YOU, MAN." Snarryfan: ARE A PEDOPHILE!\ DUDE--SHE'S 19! Kiran: "OUR LOVE IS REAL MICHAEL!" Snarryfan: I'M NOT DONKEY PUNCHING THE CHINESE CHICKS! Kiran: "Michael, who is zee scary man!" Snarryfan: hee Kiran: "NOT NOW FRENCH SKANK!" Snarryfan: nobody baby he olympic champ didn't tell you to talk Kiran: "did he call me French Skank" Snarryfan: now--call me Sirius! Brainchild: "I MADE YOU A SONG, MICHAEL! *strum* OOOOOH MICHAEL PHELPS, THERE'S NO ONE ELSE, THAT I WOULD GIVE MY HEEEEART TO. MIIIICHAEL, OH MIIIICHAEL, THE MAN I'D GIVE MY ASS CHERRY TO!" Kiran: "I'll let you wear the medalws!" Snarryfan: heeee Kiran: "MICHAEL YOUR MOM LIKES ME!" "REALLY! WHY DO YOU RUN FROM OUR LOVE!" Snarryfan: THE FANGS DON'T BOTHER ME! OUR LOVE IS LIKE RAIN! Brainchild: "OUR LOVE IS LIKE OXYGEN!" Kiran: "OLD MEN DO BOTHER ME! GO HOMe!" "I'LL CALL YOUR WIFE COSTAS!" Snarryfan: DO IT--SHE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND ME I MAKE HER WEAR A SPEEDO TO BED DOES THAT MAKE YOU HAPPY! Kiran: NO!" Brainchild: "I DON'T LOVE SHEILA THE WAY I LOVE YOU MICHAEL! OUR LOVE IS DEEP AND PURE AND SPARKLING!" Kiran: Michael, Perhaps I should leave... Kiran: NO! COSTAS YOU COST ME HOT FRENCH ASS! YOU WILLLLL BURN FOR THIS! Snarryfan: heee Brainchild: "I'll just ... go *breaks down*" Kiran: AS THE SON OF TRITON YOU SHALL PAAAAAAAY! ...good. Snarryfan: heee and scene Kiran: <you know Costas thought that would soften Phelps." Kiran: <you know Costas thought that would soften Phelps." » I'm quoting this Brainchild: And it ends with Costas sitting in an alley, sobbing heavily as some Chinese gymnists stare and giggle at him Snarryfan: hee » YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND OUR LOVE » "dude, we're 12, of course we don't" Brainchild: WHAT CAN I DO TO EARN YOUR LOVE MICHAEL? » I KNOW! LAAAAAAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAAAAAY.... Snarryfan: "and tell Karolyi to stop bagging on us" » hee » "IN YOUR EYES...THE LIGHT THE HEAT...I AM COMPLETE" » ok, the men on the rings always look like they are about to drop a douce in their pants Brainchild: Security comes to drag him away and he's still "NO, YOU CAN'T TAKE ME, I'M VERY IMPORTANT AND I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY TO MICHAEL. MYYYYYYY LOOOOOOOVE, YOU ARE THE ONE IN MY LIIIIIIIIFE..." inversed: HEY! » DO NOT bring Peter Gabriel into this madness. Snarryfan: heee inversed: NOBODY abuses Peter Gabriel in my presence! Snarryfan: but Bob wants to be his sledgehammer Brainchild: Heeeeeee! Genevieve joined the room. Brainchild: Hi Gen Snarryfan: if he would only call his name Genevieve: Dudes! Snarryfan: hey gen inversed: QUIET, INFIDELS. Snarryfan: hee Kiran: Hey Gen Snarryfan: we are currently writing a torrid UST Michael Phelps/Bob Costas fic Kiran: But he wants to read him the Book of Love! inversed: You will summon the wrath of THE CHURCH OF PETER GABRIEL Genevieve: Well I hope you involve the mustache. inversed: oh god, that song is so terrible Kiran: It truly is Snarryfan: Phelps brings down RED RAIN Kiran: is but Costas wishes Phelps would give him...wedding rings inversed: it shames me that Peter wrote it Genevieve: I think Costas would insist upon couch sex. Brainchild: No, he'd start singing "AND I WAAAAIIIIT FOR YOU, WITH OR WITHOUT YOOOOOUUU!" inversed: i mean, everyone's allowed a few clunkers in an otherwise long and auspicious career, but seriously. ouch. inversed will allow U2. Kiran: He just wants to roll up Solisbury hill with you MICHAEL! Brainchild: "Can you hear me Michael? THAT'S OUR SONG. BONO WROTE IT BECAUSE HE KNEW OUR LOVE WOULD SOMEDAY HAPPEN." Kiran: ONE LOVE! inversed: gahhh I can't take this sacrelige! Kiran: OMG! inversed: sacrilege? » how do you spell that? Kiran: Do you want to play Jesus, to the lepers in your mind, MICHAEL? Brainchild: That's right inversed: the second way? Kiran: THE LEPERS THAT SAY THAT FRENCH HOOOOR SWIMMER IS BETTER THAN ME? Brainchild: "That doesn't mean anything, Costas!" Kiran: why? BECAUSE SHE IS A GIRL! » AND AGE APROPRIATE1 » AND NOT MARRIED! Snarryfan: Costas can't live with or without you Kiran: AND TOOK NUDIE PICS! Brainchild: "YES IT DOES. IT'S A VERY DEEP METAPHOR FOR OUR LOVE!" inversed: ok i'm gonna go do some dishes Snarryfan: hee Kiran: I CANT TAKE NUDIE PICS! inversed: there's not much I can contribute to this madness Kiran: wait he totally can » AND HE DOES!@ inversed: later yall! Kiran: LATER Brainchild: Later! inversed left the room. (Logged out) Kiran: and then Michael Phelp's tragically and mysteriously loses his eyes Genevieve: and my brain has melted. |
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| bookworm: i keep getting misdirected emails bookworm: i just got one from a publishing company in New Zealand with an attached poster of Herbert, the wonder dog Skyblade: I hate wonder dogs Brainchild: But Herbert the Wonder Dog is a beloved New Zealand kids' show host, friend to all Kiwi children everywhere, teaching them lessons about life and family! bookworm: heee Brainchild: HOW DARE YOU BESMIRCH THE GOOD NAME OF HERBERT! BESMIRCHER! bookworm: do you want a pdf poster of herbert? bookworm: i can hook you up Brainchild: I'm good, thanks |