12.04.2007

This is not the first conversation we've had that's gone this way.

me: email me your family address so i don't have to write it down.
Clay: copy paste it, you lazy fuck.
me: why don't you copy and paste my ass.
Clay: Why don't you I drag and dropkick your face?
me: that was a good one.
Clay: Or reformat your fucking neck!
Or Defrag your...your...SHUT UP!
me: i will ctrl+alt+del your ass.
Clay: BLUE SCREEN OF DEATH MOTHERFUCKER!
I will open up your config.dll file, and paste the lyrics of every Shanana Song ever written in it's place.
me: i will... cut you.
Clay: Shit, a knife? No one said anything about a knife!
No fair.
I will take an electromagnet to your hard drive.
I will pour boiling oil into your keyboard.
me: i will throw your motherboard out the window.
Clay: I will simply pull... the motherfucking... plug.
Game, set, match.
me: i will force you to play outside.
Clay: NOOOOOOOO!
Natural light! My old nemesis!
me: that's right.
Clay: I will delete your character in world of warcraft.
what now?
You've got nothing left to live for.
me: i will flood your webspace with lolcats.
Clay: PORN
GIGABYTES OF PORN
In your inbox
in your documents folder
on your Ipod
All of it
I will delete it, and you will be shit out of luck
oooh, curve ball
And I will steal your Manga and anime.
me: my avatar will kill your avatar.
Clay: Fucking hax
me: clay. we need to stop this.
Clay: no no, there's so much more.
this is classic.
save this somehow
but... but how?
Oh wait, FUCKING COPY PASTE!
Full circle!
me: you are lolling.
Clay: This was simply a means of getting you to copy paste.
me: fix your facebook
Clay: Fix your face, book!



I don't think anyone but Clay read this whole thing. And if you did, you're as geeky as we are.
...Join us...

Comments:
gross. who are you? and was this on google talk? i want to join!
 
Good god.
 
^geek
 
This happens more often than either of us will actively admit. I'm serious.
 
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