NMSN Part Q
I have some bad news and some good news. The bad news is that I doubt there'll be an actual MSN update this week. The good news is that I decided to find some of the funnier parts of actual MSN transcripts and post them instead. Call them "interim clips", maybe? They're unformatted, because I'm a bum. These may or may not be incorporated into the actual parts of NMSN!
(Slings, Books, Ducks, Spot, and Mush are in a conversation) Slings: Brb Guys... females. Ducks: Heh, Slings called Mush a girl. Books:Huh, what? Ducks: She said brb guys, and then changed guys to "females". she called Mush a girl! I'm amused. Books: heehee. Spot: And what am I, then? Ducks: ...no comment.
***** Books: (about Jack) Batman, go kick his ass.
***** Spot: Noooo! Not the chipped nail polish!
***** Ducks: Hey! We made Blink Shut up!
***** Stakes: There are so many great euphamisms for vomit.
***** Spot: Jack is straight like I hate Race.
***** Slings: Jack = Straight because he just <3 Books and not Sarah (I found this amusing because she seems to be calling Sarah a guy.)
***** Ducks: Sigh. Inducing. Books: Why are you chanelling Spot? (This is a reference to Pushing back, formerly Outkasts, by the wonderful Lute. Books and I are both fans of this fic, in which Spot says "sigh inducing" a lot.)
***** Race: (And a large number of others) Webmessenger is evil.
***** Spot: Raa-ace. Race: whaa-at? Spot: I miss you.
***** Ducks: I cannot type tonight! Race: so you say... Ducks: shush, you. Race: You're losing your touch. It's me; you should have said it in Italian. Stakes: I'd need it translated Ducks: @ Race: Che me ne importa? (what do I care?) And Stakes would need it translated. Race: About Stakes: chi se ne frega?! (Who cares?!) Ducks: Me. And she. Stakes: eh? Race: Miserevole scusa, Adriana. (Poor/bad/miserable excuse, Ducks.) Ducks: Whatever.
Sorry about the interrupting authors notes. I'm not thinking properly tonight. Ok, that's all. Because I need to go sleep and then celebrate my birthday tomorrow.
Yuppers, in an hour and a bit, I'll be 17. I feel old. Except I don't.