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Date Posted: 19:50:45 02/23/04 Mon
Author: Doyle
Author Host/IP: WOPR-p-144-134-23-50.prem.tmns.net.au / 144.134.23.50
Subject: Some funny stuff from the IS...

I was re-reading the chat titled 'In the Pursuit of Cheese' and found these particular parts amusing. It simply started with Heather wanting some cheese.

<.silver> bloody hell. i'll have to run off to the market.
<.silver> *gets her car keys*
<.silver> anybody else want something while I'm out?
<.Heatehr> vrooooom
<.Heatehr> hurry!!!
<.Swedish Bob> how about some sweet tarts?
<.beautyone> get some chocolate while your gone!
<.silver> k
<.silver> k
<.beautyone> and some liquor
<.Doyle> how bout a gun to shoot myself with?
<.beautyone> !!!!!!
> nope, doyle
<.Doyle> and some liquor
<.Heatehr> or how about not dennis
<.beautyone> and bullets!
<.silver> the market doesn't carry firearms in america
<.Swedish Bob> doyle that is terrible
<.silver> unless you go to the right ones, i guess...
<.Heatehr> I don't want blood on my cheese again, thanks
<.Doyle> i thought america was the only place where markets *did* carry firearms
<.silver> hardy har
<.beautyone> then get a nice card for doyle, make him feel better
<.Heatehr> no
<.Swedish Bob> no that is Wal-Mart doyle


So then Heather developed a taste for silver's car and old men. I drove sil's car to Mexico then sold it (because it was outta gas) for a sombrero, a donkey and alota liquor.

<.Doyle> do ya feed donkeys mexican food?
<.silver> what what?
<.silver> you feed them vegetation
<.Heatehr>you feed them hay
<.Heatehr> uh oh
<.Heatehr>why do I have a feeling dennis fed Pepito some burrito?
<.silver> Pepito? the donkey has a name now?
<.Swedish Bob> that explains the gas
<.Heatehr> yeah...Pepito
<.silver> little pep?
<.Doyle> you gave my donkey a name?? i was just calling him asshole
<.silver> what the hell kinda name is that, anyway?
<.Heatehr> he's a little peppy party...can't think of another p word for this alliteration...damn
<.Doyle> "move along asshole!" no wonder he never responded
<.silver> peppy party pooper?
<.b1> pepperoncini. mexican word
<.silver> peppy partry pro-longer?
<.silver> lol
<.Heatehr> well...if dennis keeps feeding him burritos...


Once I'd finally ridden the donkey back from Mexico, I offered it to silver but she was determined to have her car back instead.

<.Heatehr> aww...
<.Heatehr> sulv gets pepito
<.silver> back
<.silver> and no
<.silver> the car's mine
<.Heatehr> you don't want dennis' ass?
<.silver> *takes the car and the keys*
<.silver> i need it to drive home!
<.Doyle> the donkey ate the keys
<.silver> well then, you better get in there after 'em
<.Heatehr> again I ask
<.Heatehr> you don't want dennis' ass?
<.Doyle> to get em you'll either have to make him shit or chop him open
<.silver> i want it to give me my keys back
<.silver> *takes a chain saw*
<.Heatehr> *eyes car*
<.Doyle> hehe
<.Heatehr> mmm..
<.silver> *revs it up*
<.Heatehr> how I've missed you, you sparkley wonder
<.silver> *jabs it into the donkey's midsection*
<.Doyle> hehehehe
<.Heatehr> *starts to gnaw on car*
<.Heatehr> oooh...
<.Doyle> what luv for animals!
<.Heatehr> it's better than the last time
<.silver> *disembowls the donkey, then turns the chainsaw on heather*
<.silver> step. away. from. the. car.


In the end, sil got back what she wanted.

<.silver> *paws through the donkey's entrails, successfully finding the keys*
<.Heatehr> still have the car in my mouth
<.Heatehr> *chomps*
<.silver> stop it!
<.silver> i need my car!
<.silver> i like my car!
<.Doyle> that donkey had powerful friends, sil. you'll be sorry


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