GChatty Cathies... or something to that effect.
Except our names aren’t Cathy, we aren’t dolls, and we aren’t white. So basically the same. -_- You have witnessed some of the chat adventures of me and my buddy Cheekie. We have decided to share some of the randomness that fills our days. We like to share the laughter, because we are benevolent and kind. Oh yeah, and we are awesome.
me: how my daddy so hood and mama so not, that would explain me I guess, shruglife
Cheekie: opposites attract dinna mug, scientific couple
me: ology dinnamug. any ology
Cheekie: I wish that was a major in my college: anyology. Would be perfect for my randomness
me: I want to major in analogy!
Pookie is to crack as Alise is to Simply Lemonade
Stuff like that, that would be fun
Cheekie: analogies is the bomb
Yeah, this is the stuff we talk about. Class acts we are. No Kid N’ Play. Analogies are fun though; the way we do them is anyway. It is nerdy fun, but fun nonetheless. Don’t judge us. Judy. Here are some foolish analogies we came up with:
me: Sharpei Puppy: Drake :: Pound Puppy: Teyana Taylor
Cheekie: Holy Water : Vampires :: Raid : Flava Flav
Foolish, right?
This day me and Cheekov (Cheekie’s Russian alter ego I created) were being our usual random selves and she posted a status of: “Cheekus Carnivorous.” Yeah, she is such a weirdo, I keep her around though because I am a glutton for punishment.
me: Cheekus Carnivorius? Bwahahaahaaa!
Cheekie: snort
me: I am a VeAliceRaptor, it is on my birf certificate… not the birth one
Cheekie: the raptors were my fave in Jurassic Park
me: they rocked socks, but not those creepy toe socks
Cheekie: mannn the description of them eating your insides while you’re alive was my favorite moment ever. i was an evil child.
me: at least you are consistent
Cheekie: o_O
me: i don’t make the news, I just report it
The VeAliceRaptor is coming, get your house in order!
I call this chat, “Symptom Unknown,” lol…
me: Lovin’ It! Little Brother.
i don’t know why I am feeling all Drakey today
Cheekie: drakey, lol
me: probably a symptom of some terminal illness
Cheekie: as i imagined his picture next to the definition
me: imma tell my doc that
Cheekie: “I’m feeling quite drakey today. Young moolah.”
me: been feeling nauseous and Drakey.
Cheekie: that should be a diagnosis on webmd
me: i agree
Cheekie: f*ck a gout
I call this chat “Silence of the Chats”
me: from my tumblr dashboard: ”Have you ever been stared at so intensely that it seems as though the person is trying to imagine what a dress made from your skin and a hat made from your ‘fro would look like?”
Cheekie: um. wild bill game proper?
me: it puts the lotion on its skin…
Cheekie: or else it gets the hose again… boompow
me: no Black Eyed Peas.
Cheekie: PLEASE no Black Eyed Peas
gratuitous Silence of the Lambs creepy pic for Cheekie.
This is why you should be our Gchat friends. Your life would be more awesome, I guarantee it!
The fact that this chat is probably what my future biographer is going to reference is just…
have you seen the episode of family guy where chris gets popular and meg humiliates him in an assembly with a video of his james gumb routine?
yeah… mental picture fo’ dat azz.
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