Not True, Fish Get The Sweet Release Of Death, After

Niteowl: k, gtg, wish me luck on meeting with and socializing with real life ppl
herrdoktor: see ya nite
Niteowl: i hope to god they use computers on a day to day basis
stresstwig: remember, don'
stresstwig: unzip your pants
Niteowl: do or don't
Niteowl: i never remember
stresstwig: i think i made myself clear/
Niteowl: aw, i'm sure i'll figure it out
Niteowl: i'm bringing tearway pants, just to be sure
stresstwig: make sure you've painted a self portrait on your thighs first
stresstwig: one with a handlebar and one competely bald, right and left
Niteowl: no need for painting when you got the real THING RIGHT HERE *riiiip*
Cyrano@home: and say the guy in the middle is Willie Nelson.
Niteowl: wait, what. handlebar? thighs? naked? HAVE HTE RULES OF FACE TO FACE INTERACTION CHANGED SO MUCH!?
Niteowl: see me soon on national news WRT lewdness
Cyrano@home: Bring a melon. Trust me.
[19:27] Niteowl: has left the chat
Cyrano@home: He's going to get gutted like a fish.