Occasionally, I post chat logs of Chats with Morons.

[azurelunatic]

This is why I tend to make my chat logs with morons friends-only, and not public, even if some of them really ought to be shared with a wider audience.

cheekyweebisom has turned off e-mail comment delivery for the duration of the war, and is just sitting back and watching it happen.

I can't read too much of that; it makes my brain hurt from translating.

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[boojum.livejournal.com]

*snort* When I'm in a funk I always forget that there are depths I couldn't possibly sink to. Maybe now I'll be able to remember.

[azurelunatic]

ur a fag.

*snicker*

*snork*

...*cackle*

Yeah. There are some depths I don't sink to either. Much.

[boojum.livejournal.com]

If you start sinking to those particular depths I'll find you and batter[1] you with sixth-grader love poetry until you get better.

"u dont no me thats just diskrminaeshun"

*runs*

[1] I meant the violent meaning, but the cooking meaning is an amusing mental image, no?

[azurelunatic]

Would that be followed by boiling oil?

[boojum.livejournal.com]

The flavor of our full baker's dozen of giant shrimp, brought fresh from the cool waters of the Pacific, is perfectly contrasted to their light and flaky notepaper tempura coating, fried to perfection in premium oil rich with the scents of graphite and cedar.

[azurelunatic]

That sounds like something I'd like to do to Shrimpy Flores.