Names altered to protect identities.
17:18
[a] ah
[a] do you have a box spring bed?
[b] I’m not sure, what’s one of those?
17:19
[a] basically it doesn’t have a frame
[a] it has a springy thing as the base
[a] basically
[b] Oh, with big springs going across sideways?
17:20
[a] if you fill a sandwich bag with vaseline and stick it between the box spring and matress
[a] it hardcore feels like you’re doggying someone
[a] haven’t done that for a while
[a] but it’s going that way yunno
[a] yunno?
A. joined the chat room.
chrismear: hey
A.: hi there
A. left the chat room. (Quit: anti-depression walkies)
chrismear: Well, that’s a ringing endorsement of my conversation skills.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ritter_sport
David: God, whoever wrote this is way too into Ritter Sport.
David: Also, “sport”?
David: It’s a fucking chocolate bar.
Update: Something tells me that variety number 24, “Nutella with horse power”, may not be an accurate reporting of the facts.
Chris: oh god, i didn’t realise this new beowulf movie was all 3D
David: Holy shit, seriously?
Chris: Yeah.
David: Estimated time frame for naked 3d model of Angelina Jolie to appear on the internet?
“God, when I bought these turnips,
I was throwing them on the floor in my house, and I accidentally dragged a group onto me.
And I fucking ate them. Ten grand worth of turnips.
Fat cunt.”
A nugget of wisdom from the iTunes Store editors:
Like a shape-shifting, giant amoeba (should such a creature exist, outside of movies like The Blob) dance music finds endless ways to adapt itself and is, consequently, indestructible.
Yes yes.
Aurgh! The ruler I
Use to scratch myself, I just
Put it in my mouth.