Honeymoon

[bad company]

I thought today was a thursday?

[Locke]

A Thursday? No, I was sure it was Thestarlocatedatthecenterofoursolarsystemday.

 

[reyler]

Look at that, Ick has been made to accept heliocentricity! That's progress!

[GoodGrief]

Is it just me or does Fiddles move waaaaaaaaaaay more slowly these days?

 

*lashes Fiddlesticks to a raft made of skates*

[reyler]

That's because right now Ick and I seem to be the only ones posting with any regularity. The others, such as they are, are all irregular. I think I'm heading towards a prune and/or fiber joke, but I don't really want to say it.

[Locke]

Yeah, maybe, but the Earth's still flat.

 

You're not helping that much Griefy! Besides, we don't have the privelege of bobsledding UP the hill anymore.

[bad company]

Would you like me to post more regular like rey rey, you seem to like me SO much

[reyler]

Oh god I wish so hard that that website was a satire like the Landover Baptist Church.

[GoodGrief]

Pfft, so silly. The Earth is a rhombic triacontahedron.

[reyler]

The Earth is a kidney stone.

[GoodGrief]

Lodged in the urethra of a nanny-goat named Penny-Sue drifting on a raft of bottlecaps in the middle of Lake Victoria.

[Locke]

When along comes her arch-nemesis, the Pulitzer-prize winning frog on a raft made of peanuts.

[GoodGrief]

It is a tense moment, and the rivals prepare to spring at each other, before the currents take them drifting away from each other at a leisurely pace, and the moment turns awkward as they both pretend not to have seen each other.

[bad company]

Secretly drawing up their dastardly schemes on the back of a passing otter

[Locke]

A sheep hypnotizes them into joining its army by baaing a high C#.

[bad company]

All seemed lost for this rivalry till the sheeps army was attacked by tree stumps, killing the sheep

[reyler]

You goddamn people and your reality television. *changes the Chunnel*

[bad company]

Stated the spinster in the cotton candy dress

[reyler]

I would never wear cotton candy, it's too sticky.

[GoodGrief]

*stops eating reyler's dress*

 

What is it then?

 

*is swarmed by spiders*

[reyler]

Ah, that's about right. Mind that they don't lay eggs on your stomach.

 

I've actually never worn a dress. They seem like they'd be awfully drafty.

[bad company]

Don't worry I heard the spider eggs were good for losing weight

[GoodGrief]

The last time I wore a dress was at my eighth birthday party, and it cost me a broken arm. I still wear skirts though. Skirts are good for when you wake up early for work and aren't quite sure how many limbs you're supposed to have, let alone which sleeve of fabric they go in. I highly recommend.

[reyler]

I can't recommend highly enough not being an octopus.

[bad company]

Who would want to eat with their butt anyway