The Shoutbox
I'm going now.
Farewell all...

I get it Chris.
It wasn't innuendo.
It just came out wrong.

You and your fragile mind...
Pshaw! You're more corrupt than the majority of us...
Timingesque.

So it shall be written, so it shall be done...which involves writing it. You know, in the Glossary...

Nevermind.
I practice both the Tao of Pooh and the Te of Piglet.
Stop it. My fragile mind can't take this much innuendo.
Have a good one Chris.
I'll probably be getting off shortly too.

Timingesque!!
The Glossary!!
That's the funniest thing I've ever heard!!

According to the calender I wore pants exactly two weeks ago today...
Hey, I think I'm going bye-bye for awhile. I'll catch you guys on here later.
"Julia, seashell eyes, windy smile, calls me
So I sing a song of love, Julia
Her hair of floating sky is shimmering, glimmering
In the sun..."
Ah, I see. D'oh. I'll go change it a little later or something, then. This is indeed a momentous...ah, screw it. It's just mildly amusing.

Anyway, I still think Julia Roberts killed her dad or something. That's the only thing that could explain this intense Timingesque hatred.