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2.5 white chicken glasses

by *tirsden, Jun 6, 2012, 11:37:14 PM
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / General Non-Fiction / Stories & Vignettes

Chat Transcript, June 7th, 2012
This is what happens when people go AFK and someone's had too much sugar.
Contains adult concepts, sexual references, swearing, etc.
Read at your own risk.
Turn back now.
Seriously.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
Enjoy. xD
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[friend]: brb

tirsden: off to be abducted by hawt alien vixens again. *le sigh* ...see if they have any guy-friends.
tirsden: especially guy-friends with eyeshine
tirsden: who are bald
tirsden: and beefcakey
tirsden: and have really deep voices
tirsden: and names starting with R
tirsden: we'll get a nice little space-house in an upbeat starsystem
tirsden: 2.5 half-human half-alien kids
tirsden: and a hellhound
tirsden: and a white picket fence of course. made of... something space-related.
tirsden: or spookey-related.
tirsden: white picket bone fence?
tirsden: ...I don't like this story anymore
tirsden: unless it's a boner fence
tirsden: though that's kinda weird
tirsden: I'm talking to myself again
tirsden: hello self
tirsden: why yes, I would love a non-alcoholic cocktail
tirsden: heh heh. cock-tail.
tirsden: okay it would be weird to have a cock for a tail.
tirsden: or a rooster
tirsden: but I meant the other kind
tirsden: and I'm hungry
tirsden: but I don't want chicken
tirsden: or rooster
tirsden: seriously, do people ever actually sell rooster?
tirsden: yum. alternative chicken.
tirsden: guy chicken.
tirsden: I'm not chicken sexist, I swear
tirsden: gay chicken. bok pride.
tirsden: BOK MOTHERFUCKIN PRIDE.
tirsden: I don't know how I got here.
tirsden: I took a wrong turn at the boner fence
tirsden: I think it was the fence, actually
tirsden: stupid wood
tirsden: I'm hungry
tirsden: and I want a cocktail
tirsden: brb
tirsden: back
tirsden: it's reddish purple
tirsden: and fizzy
tirsden: ...sounds liek a personal problem
tirsden: *slurps*
tirsden: I'm all out of juice

tirsden: in my totally non-phallic glass
tirsden: actually this looks like something else
tirsden: champagne flute, y'know
tirsden: visions of female anatomy diagrams
tirsden: cannot be unseeeen
tirsden: whoever designed these things wasn't thinking
tirsden: or was
tirsden: "have a glass of champagne, it totally means sex"
tirsden: so this glass attracts men and lesbians
tirsden: and diagram freaks
tirsden: so straight women without interest in disection or doctorships or stuff
tirsden: doctorships isn't a word
tirsden: it's a space ship
tirsden: we're back to space now
tirsden: at least it doesn't have a fence
tirsden: ...I just realized I didn't finish the straight women thought
tirsden: "are screwed"
tirsden: there.
tirsden: totally wasn't innuendo either
tirsden: probably should have been
tirsden: god damn those alien hussies are taking their time with you!
tirsden: that or you found the mens
tirsden: and you're keeping them all to yourself! D:
tirsden: I am torn between crying and having a party cuz you're gay after all
tirsden: damn.
tirsden: and [friend] comes back and says "I lost internet, did you say anything?"
tirsden: and I'd be like ".......not really no"
tirsden: I only saved it to a text file
tirsden: and will post it on DA
tirsden: names will be changed to protect the non-innocent
tirsden: except it'll be pretty obvious that I wrote this crap
tirsden: I could edit it all to "not-tirsden"
tirsden: I don't know who wrote this
tirsden: goddamn dolls
tirsden: leave my keyboard alone
tirsden: wtf did you do
tirsden: you didn't post this crap, did you!?
tirsden: oh good.

2.5 white chicken glassesby *tirsden

Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / General Non-Fiction / Stories & Vignettes

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For your reading, uh, pleasure? Typos and all. Tirsden is gonna kill us when she finds this.

~ the dolls

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~Sekrain Jun 7, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

dont take this comment in a bad way but... are you sure it was sugar-overdose??
And this is how my mind work always... never finishing the ideas, dramatically changing the context, etc.

*tirsden Jun 8, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

Yeah, I was a bad girl and got some chocolate which I'm allergic to, but pick up on very rare occasion now because if lucky I don't get hit with a migraine if I spread it out over a few days. The sugar high is much more likely to be blamed for my actually posting this, as opposed to it randomly happening in a chat window because yes, this is pretty much my brain on a normal day.

~KymeraBJD Jun 7, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

LOL.

"the dolls?" Nah... whoever did it is 26cm or shorter. My money's on Ramza.

*tirsden Jun 8, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

That or Alice, who has a penchant for trickery.

Ramza: but she's an icky mortal!!!

...do you want blamed, err I mean, the credit for this or not?

Ramza: you already said you posted it yourself in another comment, stupid big icky mortal lady. -.-

..........no scones and pomegranate juice for you, and I have gluten-free scone & muffin mix and pomegranate juice available right now.