> netslackers <
Crap for a new generation [KC, Chris, Branden, Abby]
|
|---|
|
| [/archive\] |
| [/kc's stuff\] |
| :: silver chips online ^ |
| :: air america radio ^ |
| [/chris's stuff\] |
| :: arstechnica ^ |
| :: bnc ^ |
| [/branden's stuff\] |
| :: trom ^ |
| :: silver chips online ^ |
| :: big moco ^ |
| [/abby's stuff\] |
| :: silver chips online ^ |
| netslackers tagboard: like a message board only crappy |
|
It's 8:30, and I've shot the fish
-- Friday, April 16, 2004 --
Ten points if you get a penny through Terry's nose.
The scene: Room 165
The characters: Abby Graber, Eric Glover, Christian Brown, Izaak Orlansky, our Fearless Leader, and The Lord, Our God, Easha Anand.
Abby: this graphic is ugly. it is like a big splotch of ugly in the middle of my page.
Easha: ooh, graphic, pretty
Eric: I radiate ambivalence
Abby: grrr
Izaak: hmmm. indecision.
Abby: grrr
Christian: yeah
Izaak: we'll make it smaller and call it fixed
Abby: observe as i disembowel you with a salad fork
Izaak: observe as i hold your page hostage forever.
Abby: touche.
Later
Abby: now only a fourth of my page is twelve shades of ugly. the rest of it has risen to merely bad.
Christian: yeah
Eric: I radiate ambivalence
Izaak: hmmm. indecision
Easha: well...
Abby: die, graphic, die!
Easha: well...
Abby: too late
Easha: ok
Izaak: ok
Christian: ok
Eric: what?
Abby: triumph.
If I were Superman, I wouldn't be here. Hold that thought.
> Abby 8:30 PM [108216258425229583]
>
Comments:
Post a Comment
 
|
 
|
 
|