Vestiges

niteowl: she's as opaque as you are, ralph
niteowl: you spend alot of times int he great outdoors, ralph?
bigjimslade: worst haiku ever, there, ralph
ralph: california side of the family. Ayrabs think outdoors is somewhere you go when you're a refugee
niteowl: ralph: that's because it is.
Faux Real: Q: what is better than two hour grandma lunch
Faux Real: A: nothing. she will not rest until you re engorged on hospitality and then brings out the dessert tray.
niteowl: Faux Real: stop. making. me. jealous.
Faux Real: you like congealed salad?
Faux Real: because i do not
Faux Real: and we need help finishing it
ralph: awful good lunch grammy real
ralph: thank you ma'am
itchy: where you going ralph?
itchy: alaska?
niteowl: OH SHADDUP! we all know you are feasting on the beautifully prepared carcasses of fatty farm animals basted in creamery butter and drizzled with the last vestiges of opulence from a declining, decadent empire.
bigjimslade: mmm...vestiges...