by Ice Cream Jonsey » Thu Feb 12, 2004 1:07 pm
Lysander wrote:Jesus Christ, you guys! Is this your primary form of conversation, chatting on JC? Like, do you two even exchange verbal communication?
No. Our primary method of communicating with each other is balled-up fists swung repeatedly towards the temples.
The second method of communicating with each other revolves around index cards, a "Sharpie" pen, the Brodie inaction figure and extended middle fingers.
The tertiary method of communcating with each other is pained expressions, hurtful silences, winces, longing, and glares.
The last method that tends to get us together is editing one of your three page, no-line-break posts. OH IT ON when we get one of those. It's like Spanish Fly.
Ice Cream Jonsey: Hey, I'm gonna go get a carton of eggs from the store. Kay?
Vitriola X: No prob
... You really are a devious little fucker. I like how you have your skit setup where I am not being told to pickup eggs, but where I am ASKING FOR PERMISSION to get said eggs.
Someday, somewhere, somebody is going to be important to you, Mr Bond. I only hope that when this happens I remain thousands of miles away. Is that a threat? No. It is a
promise. [quote="Lysander"]Jesus Christ, you guys! Is this your primary form of conversation, chatting on JC? Like, do you two even exchange verbal communication?[/quote]
No. Our primary method of communicating with each other is balled-up fists swung repeatedly towards the temples.
The second method of communicating with each other revolves around index cards, a "Sharpie" pen, the Brodie inaction figure and extended middle fingers.
The tertiary method of communcating with each other is pained expressions, hurtful silences, winces, longing, and glares.
The last method that tends to get us together is editing one of your three page, no-line-break posts. OH IT ON when we get one of those. It's like Spanish Fly.
[quote]Ice Cream Jonsey: Hey, I'm gonna go get a carton of eggs from the store. Kay?
Vitriola X: No prob[/quote]
... You really are a devious little fucker. I like how you have your skit setup where I am not being told to pickup eggs, but where I am ASKING FOR PERMISSION to get said eggs.
Someday, somewhere, somebody is going to be important to you, Mr Bond. I only hope that when this happens I remain thousands of miles away. Is that a threat? No. It is a [i]promise. [/i]