STICK A SPUGET IN THAT FAT BUDDAH!
JUST KIDDING CHUCK! Dude, we had so much fun. This is a "remember when" page just for you, Jennie dear.
Remember when we first met, and how much we hated each other? That dastardly old SexPenny confided in me about you and got us off on the wrong foot. We must've been at each other for about a year before...Remember when you were trying to get hosts for a new trivia room you created because TLT wouldn't let you say naughty words? I'm not sure who it was, but I'm thinking it was Daisy whom you asked to help you. You were getting awfully desperate, and I volunteered. I think rather reluctantly you decided to let me in your GETACLUE Club. Probably because I used big words and punctuated properly. Thus began the next chapter...Remember when it was just you and me holding the room together? We had to skeep and host our own games, and we formed a bond because we were the only ones who cared about the success of the room and we knew we could count on each other. Then came Thnktoomuch and she allieviated our burden. Which led to...Remember "Animal Adulation" and well, I can't remember any more game titles. A murder of cows never caused so much hilarity. We had music, we had fun, we had porn and we had some crazy guy who worked in a bakery...CHUCK and PATTY were born. Who was that crazy guy? I'M NOT FAT!Remember when you created a room for fans of Christopher Reeve? Good times. I HAPPEN TO BE A CRIPPLE, YOU ASSHOLES!Remember going into random rooms and acting like complete retards? PALER NO GOODIE! Remember those good old days in Guess Movie By Plot? I plotted Hunk, and you'd counter with a dose of Teen Witch. We played plots for shots and got toasted online. And we fought like no two screen names have ever fought since. Stupid people knew to steer clear when our names were in the people list. Maybe it was a girl thing, I don't remember fighting with any boys. Oh, wait... Remember when A Dead Boy showed up in the room? That's not a pleasant chapter. Let's move on. Remember the SnackPack? WHERE'S MY SNACKPACK? I'll be your snackpack. Hehehe. We had six-way calling and made fun of the voices on the other end (only the icky boys). Daisy would talk about love, Luv giggled a lot, you were the voice of reason, and I passed out on PapaSeth. And then... Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger, you may see a stranger, across a crowded airport terminal. Remember rolling your suitcase toward a big sign with a funny looking girl behind it? I felt so comfortable around you from the beginning. Remember how you got scared when we stopped at a convenience store? I remember the look on your face when we found mildew in the hotel lobby. We played Trivial Pursuit for Tequila and I got so drunk that my poor baby had to carry me across 7th Avenue. The park was fun, it looked like my hand was on your boobie. But it all ended so soon. With that being said...I DEMAND A REMATCH! IN MAY! AND THAT'S NOT A REQUEST!Love,
CHUCK
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