Stanley, where are you?

[Alan]

Hey :D

I've missed you! I febreezed the couch, and I'm hoping you'll stop by tonight for drinks and conversation. Frodo might come by as well. He wanted to bring his lady friend, but I told him it was guy's night out!

There's a party this weekend I know you'll just DIE for.



Should be bumpin all night long like this!!! ^^ Tee hee!!

Catchyalater.

[ChargerMike]

...that you _biguns?

[PSUFAN]

Alan, are you part eggplant?

[Alan]

STOP IT.

Stanley calls me late at night crying because you people are ABUSIVE to him. You are not nice people at all.

I don't mind the calls though. I get a chance to hear his voice.

[PSUFAN]

I'm sorry, Alan. After all, you're really sort of an innocent in all of this. We should be more understanding.

Does Stanley make you wear a grass skirt and a coconut bra? Does he coat you with shoepolish and ask you for a Red Stripe Lite?

[Alan]

NO.

Look, I know Stanley has an enslaving lust for huge black dong. He even sought professional help for it. In the end, the doctor told him, "You can take black cock out of the ass, but you can't take it out of the mind."

But we have something, dammit! And I won't let that stop us!

I have to rush off now. I'm putting on tea and lighting scented candles!!

[Louis Cyphre]

I'm sorry, Alan. After all, you're really sort of an innocent in all of this. We should be more understanding.

Does Stanley make you wear a grass skirt and a coconut bra? Does he coat you with shoepolish and ask you for a Red Stripe Lite?

They make Red Stripe Lite?

[Nishlord]

I'm sure Black Angus is a real person though.

[PSUFAN]

Alan, is Stonewally Queer Pickle a squirter? If so, don't leave a goddamn mess in here.

[Alan]

We'll hook up just like old times

oh YAY! :D

Remember that time we hooked up with those chicks at the Black Angus and took them back to the Health Club at 3am and fukkked the hell out of them in the pool, in the sauna, on the weight equipment etc..etc..etc... Good fukkken times.

Oh dearsies. I don't remember it like that at all, Stanley. No, from what I remember, you were drinking King Cobras with a tall, muscly armed afro american fellow named Tryone. I tried to get a word in edge wise, but you were gazing into his eyes and totally mesmerized. I went to the bar to grab a drink and you were suddenly gone. I finally found your car at your hotel room, and when I opened the door, Tyrone was balls deep in your ass with a white sheet draped over your head. It was weird.

Of course, we hooked up later and...well you know the story from there.