Hey y’all, hey. As you can tell my site looks a whole lot different. Well see what had happened was:
The End. How y’all like it?
Hey y’all, hey. As you can tell my site looks a whole lot different. Well see what had happened was:
The End. How y’all like it?
Chatopia is a magical land that is inhabited by myself and Cheekie where we nonsensically chat and meander through life alongside unicorns and bootleg Care Bears. Yes, this makes sense, get into it. Yeah, today I bring you another collection of noteworthy and idiotic chat conversations of me and the chatter who shall remain nameless except the fact that you know her name is Cheekie, minor details though.
Cheekie: bingo!
me: bazinga!
Cheekie: pow!
me: no boom boom
Cheekie: why didn’t they never say “holy onomatopoeia batman!” what a waste
me: Cheekie, bye.
My chat status shows that I am playing “Call Me When You Get There,” by Corrine Bailey Rae
Cheekie: awww, corinne’s adorrabo self
i bet she smell like lilac and animated bunnies (i say animated because i’m sure real bunnies smell like sex and poop)me: LOL
you just want to put her in your pocket
not literally bc that is kidnapping and freaky
me: so I may write a post about the bootleg a$$ stranger b!tch Smurf movie
Cheekie: LOL
me: you know, the hard hitting issues
Cheekie: why it look they copied and pasted the smurfs into cut-outs of Alvin and the chipmunks doe
it looks like the same movie
me: right!!!
claymation without the clay
this makes sense.
Cheekie: !!!
me: side note, I hate claymation
it is scary at me
freaked me out as a kid, I HATED the California Raisins
Cheekie: HAHAHAHAHAHA
actually yes THEY were scary. I loved Rudolph an’nem doe. But they did look like that Parkinson’s
me: not “THAT” Parkinson’s
Cheekie: *they had
HAHAHAHA
that was so a typo but it worked huh
me: ol accidentally funny self
Cheekie: pow!
I accidentally shot that by the way
no one was hurt
me: be careful
Cheekie: sigh.I shall.
Good times had by all. But seriously does Claymation freak anyone else out? Oh it’s just me? *evil glare* Chat with me and let me know!
I have come to the conclusion that the friendship between myself and Cheekie is probably an endangerment to my overall common sense and mental health. Don’t be sad though, alcohol is that same endangerment and I’m not quitting that either. So have no fear we will continue to have more foolish chats and general foolery here for your enjoyment and probably ridicule. I am secure in my goofiness. Enjoy!
me: when i have my kids I am never having I am gonna teach them to play “Umi Says” instead of “Simon Says”
Because I don’t now Simon, and frankly I don’t trust him
Cheekie: alise? bye.
Cheekie: why is tomorrow Monday? who pulled this turrible prank?!
me: Zach Morris
Cheekie: of course
and he probably broke the 4th wall whilst doing it
what a jackass
me: he is a habitual wallbreaker
Cheekie: smh
he probably served so much time for it
he probably had to face the wall too
sweet justice
me: justice is sugary
Cheekie: ol diabeetus justice
me: candy coated justice
Cheekie: is that why we get cavities?
justice?
me: yes.
Cheekie: wow, i am enlightened!
me: the more you know…
Cheekie: i’mma tell my dentist that next time i go for a checkup
me: and if they haul you off to the crazy hospital you will know why
me: imma get a big platinum chain of an albatross
#FightMe
Cheekie: WHAT??? lol
#BigAssAlbatross
me: yee ain’t know?
Cheekie: i didn’t
why am i the last to know?
me: i got your latepass on backorder
Cheekie: DAMN
cold as ice
me: tundra.
Cheekie: lol xactly
me: loxactly, is that like precise salmon?
Cheekie: yeah, bye
Yeah, I think we have an aversion to normal behavior and nice things. We’re okay with that. Happy Friday!
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Even though I suck at choreographed dance moves somehow MJ The Experience is my favorite video game ever in life. I hollerated in an earlier post about my lack of skills in the dancerie. Word to Mary J. Blige, who coincidentally is a bad dancer. Full circle. If you have been living under a rock, basically the MJ The Experience is a game featuring Michael Jackson’s music and you must follow along with the choreography. No offense if you actually do live under a rock, sometimes I can be insensitive. Any-hoo… I absolutely suck at this game with one major exception. I am a beast at “Rock With You” This is the only song on the entire game I will participate in on my own volition. I made a gif just to show you the part of the choreography that I completely master with precision.
No one except the ghost of the Pop of King himself can see me on that immaculate slide. Dang, I mean King of Pop, but that does sound kind of cool, like a new soda or something. Now don’t get me wrong, I have some issues with MJ The Experience game for Wii though. First off, there are some really terrible dance numbers in the game. Check these tweets out:
[blackbirdpie url=”http://twitter.com/#!/NaturallyAlise/status/81100952798633984″]
[blackbirdpie url=”http://twitter.com/litfangrl/status/81101367426547713″]
[blackbirdpie url=”http://twitter.com/heemysuede/status/81111615587627008″]
There are also a rack on rack on rack of songs on this game that are more obscure and not particularly danceable in my lil’ ol’ opinion. For example, who immediately is checking for “Ghosts” and “Sunset Driver” to dance to? Don’t worry. I’ll wait. Now, like I said before, I have to be coerced to dance to any songs other than “Rock With You” and because my friends are terrorists I am forced to dance to the hardest choreography on the game. Yes, the terrorists win… le sigh. I am glad no one has incriminating video of me fumbling through “Remember the Time” and “Thriller.” Actually I wish they did so I could show you guys how bad I really am! I sacrifice my dignity because I love y’all.