A hypothetical question for the ladies

[Gigabitch]

Consider yourself jumped in, Fockerizer.

[TheFockerizer]

Jumped in?

[Gigabitch]

Jumped in?

You've been sexually abused by Zarathu. It happens to everyone, eventually.

[TheFockerizer]

Is Zarathu a kid? If he was a adult he wouldn;t say someting so immature..

[Gigabitch]

Yes, he's a kid. He's 16. He's not a horrible person; he just posts that way.

[Junket]

Fred seems a little fruity.

[Gigabitch]

I don't know... if he asked me to dance I'd be thrilled. Yay Fred. Unless he's a creepy stalker, in which case, boo Fred.

[Junket]

Nah, it just drives me nuts when people use things like "hehehe!"

It's a pet peeve of mine.

[Gigabitch]

Nah, it just drives me nuts when people use things like "hehehe!"

It's a pet peeve of mine.

God, you are so picky. You really ought to drink more.

[Junket]

God, you are so picky. You really ought to drink more.

C'mon! Am I seriously the only one?

I mean seriously, if you met a person, a guy who's laugh sounded like "hehehe!", you wouldn't think twice about 'em??

And I have no intention of drinking even once I reach legal age.

[Gigabitch]

Actually, you'd be kinda scary drunk. You're very intense.

[TheFockerizer]

I don't know... if he asked me to dance I'd be thrilled. Yay Fred. Unless he's a creepy stalker, in which case, boo Fred.

In which this case he's not...but he's scared shitless that you might accuse him of being one!

[Junket]

Actually, you'd be kinda scary drunk. You're very intense.

Damn it! Why do you keep implying I'd be a scary drunk?!

I think I'd be a ****in' blast to be around when and if I was drunk!

Say that one more time and I'll come over there and personally beat you to a bloody pulp with your keyboard!

That, or I'll record myself proving just how wrong you and the rest of the world is, then blatanly accuse you of everything you accused me of, plus some. All the while, not wearing any pants.

[Gigabitch]

I'll kick your pants-free ass, then get really drunk and throw up on you.

[Junket]

I'll kick your pants-free ass, then get really drunk and throw up on you.

Mhmm, then I'll have clean myself up, come back, make you rinse your mouth out and force you to drink a large glass of water. Then put you to bed.

If you're really shitfaced, then I'll have to lay you on your side and check up on you every half hour or so until I'm satisfied you won't suffocate on your own vomit.

See Giga?

This is why I can't drink, I have responsibilities.