Stand-Alones.
- Lark, the Offal: saying congrats before the wedding is just asking for the ice sculpture to land on someone. [reference to Over Her Dead Body]
Lindsay: You’re only like. a year and five days older than me. or something
Lindsay: wait. two years
Lindsay: …
Lindsay: fuck math.
Lindsay: anyway.
Uncle Iroh: ; He jumped back up, facing Zuko this time. ; IF I HATED YOU
Uncle Iroh: I would totally pee in your soup.
Uncle Iroh: So.
Uncle Iroh: Quiet.
Lark, the Offal I bet in the license agreement [for WoW] it says that you agree to sell your soul to Blizzard for a minimum of two years.
Lark, the Offal But no one reads that, so people hit “I accept” and never know.
Lark, the Offal Jack’s a vampire.
Lark, the Offal He could be a bat.
Lark, the Offal <_<;
Lark, the Offal That’s a mammal.
Lark, the Offal >_>;
Jack Faust.: I can not!
Lark, the Offal XD
Jack Faust.: ; He searched his pocket.
Jack Faust.: ; took out a brick.
Jack Faust.: ; held it out.
Jack Faust.: >_____>;
Sukiko: That’s not a mammal!
Jack Faust.: This is a cat.
Jack Faust.: Wtf are you talking about.
Jack Faust.: Watch.
Sukiko: A brick?
Sukiko: =\
Jack Faust.: ; dropped the brick
Sukiko: I told you.
Sukiko: I dun’ want a cat.
Jack Faust.: c’mere whiskers.
Jack Faust.: ; it lay there.
Jack Faust.: lazy fucker.
Jack Faust.: >____>;
Sukiko: -Her tail flicked behind her.-
Jack Faust.: ; kicked the brick.
Jack Faust.: ; several times.
Jack Faust.: CMONWHISKERS.
Jack Faust.: See?
Jack Faust.: A cat.
Jack Faust.: .___.;
Sukiko: I dun’ want a cat!
Jack Faust.: ; the brick lie there, broken a little.
Sukiko: .-.
Lark, the Offal o_o
Lark, the Offal Poor brick.
Jack Faust.: It’s a cat, Lark.
Jack Faust.: >___>;’
Jack Faust.: I have a parrot.
Lark, the Offal <_< is the parrot a brick too?
Alyssa Kanzaki: …..
Alyssa Kanzaki: Lark
Alyssa Kanzaki: You need
Alyssa Kanzaki: To go back to your alien planet?
Lark, the Offal: I need to swap bodies with some–ouch.
Lark, the Offal: Ouch, Aly.
Lark, the Offal ZEBRAS ARE LAME.
Lark, the Offal THEY’RE STRIPED HORSES.
Lark, the Offal THAT GET EATEN.
Star Alchemist: I don’t think he [my roommate] hates me.
Star Alchemist: I do his Econ homework for him.
Lark, the Offal Rofl
¤ Tsuruno Shinchou ¤: LOL
Star Alchemist: I can’t believe that people really believe that God publishes a book.
Lark, the Offal “God’s Publishing House: New York – Boston – Chicago”
Star Alchemist: Copyright = 0 BC.
¤ Tsuruno Shinchou ¤: LOL
