DoNotExist: Hi. Divert me from C. Krissy 80: ? DoNotExist: I have to write a program. It's slow, boring, and frustrating (the process, the program itself is just boring.) Divert me. Krissy 80: my head hurts. Krissy 80: and I feel sleepy. DoNotExist: Sorry.. Headache? DoNotExist: So sleep. Krissy 80: I don't know. maybe a concussion. Krissy 80: I don't want to sleep. DoNotExist: Concussion? What happened? Krissy 80: nothing, but who really knows. after all, how many people actually know they were anal-probed by aliens? DoNotExist: Um. ::shifts around in her seat uncomfortably:: I know *I* wasnt! Krissy 80: are you suuuuuure? DoNotExist: Shut up! I was just sore that morning from the rough bedsheet! Krissy 80: bedsheets? what are they, porcupine pelt? DoNotExist: shut up! DoNotExist: I wasn't probed! Krissy 80: got video evidence? DoNotExist: That I wasn't? Krissy 80: yup. DoNotExist: Um, no, but.. Krissy 80: what, I mean, your ass looks kinda swollen... DoNotExist: So I gained some wieigh, I mena, I've been hitting the sushi pretty heavily, I'll admit it, so what of that? Krissy 80: you appear to have hemorrhoids... DoNotExist: Do not! And get your hands out of my ass! I didn't let the aliens do it, and I won't let you! Krissy 80: those aren't my hands. DoNotExist: Oh my God! Krissy 80: umm....whose are they? DoNotExist: I assumed they were yours, you're the one who somehow saw what you believe to be hemmoroids. They're gone now, anyway... Odd. Krissy 80: that's because they're groping your breasts now. DoNotExist: No they're not, I just have rats in my bra. Krissy 80: were they in your ass before? DoNotExist: Not that I know of, at least not while you were bending over and peering at it closely. Krissy 80: are you sure? DoNotExist: YES. They're nice rats. Krissy 80: how do you know? you speak ratese? DoNotExist: uM. Krissy 80: you do? DoNotExist: Well, no, but.. Krissy 80: but what? DoNotExist: Oh, nothign. Krissy 80: thign.