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Clancy: eeepppsss...ack...got a name and all...~snorts~ Is all good..am reading some really dark lyrics...and posting them in here....
She got a name. Holy bleeding christ. Well, this'll be a lurk of a different color then.
eeepppsss...ack...I think I'm... going to drown... in ellipses...
howl: (: got to go sis work!
I hate emoticons. How do you sis work? I hate incoherency.
Well, I love emoticons, personally. However, incoherency is still a big downer.
Clancy: ~looks at time, looks at howl, blinks~ ummm....depends on where one lives...actually.
The time depends on where you live? Holy master of the obvious, Batman, we've got a brainiac here.
Well, the fact that he/she had to point that out to someone else...
209.97.103.69: : *toddles in*hiya!....*huggles Fea*
Toddles in? There's toddlers in here? Or just gimpy people?
Clancy: ~pouts like a little girl..and kind of looks cute doing it~ Oh.....alllllriiiight!
Alright, who's judging this?! *I* certainly do not agree she looks cute pouting and whining. In fact, I'm in favor of ritualistic sacrifice at this point.
Maybe she's going for some sort of "Lolita" thing... the pouty, whiney, sex goddess-in-a-training-bra.
howl: uk(:
Either she's in Britain or she got something caught in her throat.
Uk! Uk! Eerrkk! Uk!
Why would one name oneself "Howl"? Why not "Scream" or "Shriek" or "Belch" or "Squeek" or "Tremelo" or something? Oh, wait; most of those names have already been used.
howl: 2;33 in the morn
And we all know what kind of people are up at 2:33 in the morning.
Clancy: ~hugs the hellbaby~ How does the night find you?
By accident, I'm sure.
Mmm... "Hellbaby" sounds familiar... Somebody from "The Virgin Stitch," perhaps?
Clancy: ~smiles~ Okay, howl, sleep well, sorry you missed dear CoCo...Do come again....until then...
Wow, five random thought fragments jam packed into one superunexciting post!!
They aren't so much random thought fragments as they are improperly punctuated thought fragments. Howl is making bedtime noises, Clancy is wishing him a good night, saying he/she is sorry Howl missed this "CoCo" person (not, I'm assuming, the perfume Coco), and inviting him/her back. She/he then trails off into nothingness, but it was fairly coherent until then.
howl: * night as long as he aint clancy from uk lol
Alright, I don't understand this. I think she had a coherent post going then something got caught in her throat again at the end. At least she finds it funny.
Now HERE is incoherency for you.
209.97.103.69: : im good hyper and lookin' at ass piccies..*giggles and winks* you?
Um... Too easy. Pass.
howl: (:
Didn't I just mention I hate emoticons?
Emoticons are fine, but this person insists on putting emoticons backwards. FOOLIO!
Clancy: No,is from an old song...~laughs~ way old song....goes somethin' like this...' Now a days, Clancy can't sing'.....~blushes~
It goes "Clancy can't sing/ Clancy can't talk/ the only thing 'bout Clancy/ is the way Clancy walks/" Oh, no, wait. That's a different song.
Clancy: ~has a few ass piccies~ I fare alright, I guess....~lies...~
Is she lying about the *ahem* 'ass piccies' or about faring well? The world may never know...or care.
What's the point of lying if you tell everyone that you are lying? Either say you're doing shittily, or say that you are doing fine. Don't make people fish around for the deep, dark truth.
On the other hand, I'd lie about having "ass piccies" too. What the hell are "ass piccies"? Some mutant form of ass babies?
howl: (O: ^O^ turns into smog lol and goes to her dark place
Why is turning into smog funny?
Uh oh, her mom caught her and is making her go stay in the closet again... *cheers her mom*
England is polluted enough; it doesn't need people "turning into smog" and adding to the filth.
And the "dark place" is probably just her jamming her head up her ass again.
Clancy: Maybe is Clancy can't dance....god knows...is a old song...~giggles~
If you don't know the reference, shut up. And Clancy can't do a lot of shit, like make sense, be entertaining, have coherent thoughts...
Why are you so mean to Clancy? I think it's loooove.
209.97.103.69: : *hugs Fea more*whats up sweet?
Point of curiosity: 'Fea' means ugly in Spanish and has a feminine gender. I find that incredibly funny.
I find it incredibly funny that you have a girl's name. But then, that's just me. :) :P >^_^< kekekekekekekekekekekeke :O O_o
howl: *night and bite*
Ah, the biting. Back on familiar ground.
And the nighting.
Clancy: ~sighs~ Am a lonely fae....~nods slowly~
Shutup.
Shut up shut up shut up !!!!
209.97.103.69: : *snugs and nods in understanding*...know what you mean...wanna be mopy kinda ya?
*polishes the incoherency award for delivery* Tough battle tonight.
What must one do to become a "mopy kinda ya"?
Clancy: ~hangs head, snugs up~ Yeah.....lets...
Let's what? Be mopey together? How delightfully retarded!
They're practicing being "mopy kinda ya". I think it's a Sweedish emotion. It sounds vaguely Sweedish. Ya.
209.97.103.69: : *nuzzles and cuddles*....ok tell me what you wanna do kay?
First, I want you two to stop nuzzling each other before I puke my spleen, then I'd like you to say something that makes sense on this planet. kay?
You wouldn't mind the nuzzling so much if they were Mila Jovovitch clones, would you?
172.173.33.162: : *huggles the W and twiddles a wave at Baby*
A baby? I really don't like the sound of that...
Maybe "Baby" is a fierce jungle cat, as in the classic "Bringing up Baby," and an hilarious romantic comedy will enuse, with... Oh, never mind. I give up.
Clancy: ~sulks~ Gonna mope about, over eat, over sleep and whine til my ol'man comes back....~looks pathetic~
And this would be different from the rest of your life...how?
Well, this time, he'll take one look at her greasy, bloated, crumb-covered body and leave. Don't laugh! It happened to me! Twice!
209.97.103.69: : *smiles and waves back to Aph*
209.97.103.69: : *grins and kissies Fea on the cheek*awww i'll join ya!
*LOL* Fea... *wipes tear away* That's still funny.
More importantly...Bloat Fest 2002 is ON!
172.173.33.162: : *scratches her head* You have an old man now? Why was I not informed of this?
Because she wasn't aware you were currently stalking her, perhaps?
She traded in her two young men for an older model.
Clancy: ~perks up...hugs Aph~ Good evening...Aph, how does the night find you?~fan fare out of the way..mopes again~....
Somebody needs a mood regulator. Or a swift kick to the temple.
Like a thermostat... but for the mood!
Clancy: ~grins~ Been with him for a year...and no one was informed....
Not even him, which made the relationship more than a little awkward...
"Fuck! My imaginary boyfriend dumped me! I guess I'll just sit around and get fatter... a sure fire way to find somebody to love me!"
Clancy: Which by the way...is outstanding, and slightly hard to believe...been able to keep it under wraps so long around here, there, or anywhere....~nods~
It's not hard to keep a secret when no one asks...or cares for that matter.
"Clancy? Honey? What are you dong?" "Nothing, mom! I don't have a boyfriend, and I'm not seeing him tonight!" "Oh, uh, ok honey. I'll just walk away quietly now..."
209.97.103.69: : lol well you go sexa Fea!
*falls over laughing* I LOVE IT!! SEXY FEA!!
hehe
64.12.107.46: : *looks out her window* Its night already. *shakes her head* I need to leave buildings more often. I am forgetting what colour that thing up there is. *points to the ceiling*
You forgot what color your ceiling is? Retard. And I'm in all in favor of you never going outdoors. People might see you, or god forbid, have to talk to you.
I think she forgot to turn the lights on, hence her inability to see what color her ceiling is.
vampvixon: greetings room
"Vampvixon." I wonder what this person does on line. Cyber sex? No way!
Clancy: ~looks up and is so very happy, is not raining on face, therefore is greatful to be in a building and now wonders why in the hell the sun is going down out west so damn late at
I'll postpone my comment until this post is finished...
room: greetings
Oh, we've got a clever one here!! Let's see if anyone gets the joke...
Clancy: night...and isn't in the east as well....gets kind of huffy...over it...hands to hips~....What the hell....hummm....
*speaks VERY slowly* She's mad at the sun for setting in the west...and for setting at night...
She.is.the.biggest.IDIOT.in.the.world.
She's in a haze of chee-tos and misery.
Clancy: ~winks at hellbaby...puffs out no chest...in pride of the secret the escaped ben's~
She's got no chest. Just a mouth sitting on a pair of legs. And I don't know what the hell the rest of her post means. I've given up.
Clancy: Good evening, both Vampvixen, and room.
*sighs* She didn't get the joke.
She's a mouth in a pair of legs. That makes her pretty short. It's easy for the joke to go over her head.
vampvixon: How are you tonight?
I'm here, aren't I?
Today's class: Small Talk 101.
Clancy: My reality would be, ummm...welcome back again, vampvixen.....~sighs~
And, suddenly distracted by vampvixen's thoroughly entertaining post, another 'Clancy reflection' is lost to time.
Did she just sigh?
You know, a sigh is a kiss not given!
Clancy: Same way I've been all day....not a happy camper....~nods~
Unless she suddenly 'snaps' out of it, she means. Or gets distracted by her ceiling or a sun setting at night.
Few campers are happy. It's hard to be happy with no running water or electricity. Trust me on this.
209.97.103.69: : hi ppl
*all together* 209! ... Moron.
room: square
Riiiiight...
"How are you?" "Square."
I have to respect the effort.
vampvixon: has bloodraven or sayt been here tonight?
Because, of course, you are completely incapable of checking the avatar bar which lists everyone who's been there for the past WEEK.
It doesn't list them if they don't take a name. Most of the people in here don't what? That's right. They don't take a name. Too much effort, and people might recognise them, or try to pressure them into role play.
64.12.107.46: : *huggles the W. Gives her a tent, and flashlight, and some of that astronaut food and some s'mores so maybe she will be a happy camper*
Mmmm... Tang and S'mores. Yippy fuckin' skippy.
Clancy: Nope!
Because Clancy's been here all night. She was here when I came in, she was here when I left... Hell, she's probably in Ben's right now if you guys REALLY want to talk to her.
Clancy is a bot.
vampvixon: Damn! I had the pleasure of chatting with them last night, they are a blast
Because they're the only two people on the Net who would talk to her moronic ass.
They were a blast!
Clancy: ~cuddles up in the tent, loves the light, reaches over all food stuff and grabs up the s'mores....moans and groans, purrs and drolls the whole time eating them...one after another~
Somehow a mopey, loony Clancy shoving handfuls of gooey chocolate into her fat cyber mouth just gives me a warm feeling inside... *runs to the bathroom to vomit*
So attractive! Can't you just see her, groaning and drooling as she shovels melted marshmallow, crackers, and oozing chocolate into her gaping maw? I'm aroused! In fact, I think I just came! Oh yea, baby! Drool some more for me!
vampvixon: well darknight all I am off to haunt somewhere else
Awww, her friends weren't here, so she won't talk to the lunatics. Smart girl.
Is "darknight" like "goodnight," only goth?
Clancy: ~crumps fall out of mouth while speaking~ Fhank you....~trys to clean mess up, getting chocolate smeared all over self...face, lips and one cheek~...s-sorry...~blushes~
*loud retching sounds still coming from general direction of bathroom*
Man. If she keeps that up, she's going to end up with a body like mine.
Clancy: Yes, Good eve, vampvixen.
64.12.107.46: : *keeps the s'more coming for W, wants her to start to feel a bit better*
That's right, guys, back the truck up and dump that load off here. YOU THERE!! We need a shovel!! Clancy's eating smores!! *general sounds of panic*
They should just blend them up and feed her through an I.V.
Watcher: ~lumbers in, faerie hair all askew~
I wonder what SHE was doing. *nudge nudge* *sigh* Ok, we ALL know what she was doing...
I seldom picture "faeries" as "lumbering."
Clancy: ~keeps eating, and starts to feel like a dying horse....big brown eyes open wide, lips purse, clutching tummy, gets up, goes out side for a quick walk, returns, wipes the rain off
That's right, baby, binge and purge, binge and purge.
Ok. This is a vampire room, not a fansite for Bulemics.
Watcher: (shit!)
Hmm. I guess she didn't time her laxatives properly.
Watcher: ~lunbers out~
Apparently something needs humping somewhere. She must've seen her Bat-signal in the sky.
Lumber lumber lumber.
209.97.103.69: : well i gotta go later*huggles all and gropes* be safe and good!love ya *toddles out*
Huggles and gropes... Alright, you KNOW I'm already quesy after that Clancy thing, what are you trying to do to me?
64.12.107.46: : Later gator
Retard.
Moronic cunt bottle.
Clancy: smiles at Aph...still holding tummy~ think ate to many....~nods a lot...sits back down..carefully so'ins don't blow up..and continues to eat one more...~
And binge...
Clancy: ~smacks 4~...
Who is no longer there... Bright move, Clancy.
Smack 4! The new game, from the makers of Connect 4!
Clancy: Love ya too...hellbaby...~hugs, snugs and kisses on the cheek....~ Sleep well, honey....be safe until then~
Until when? *starts* AND STOP THAT SNUGGLING!! Sheesh.
64.12.107.46: : *moves slowly over to W, making an attempt to curl up next to her, missed W lots*
Like a kicked dog.
Now, if this person starts whining and licking W's hand...
Watcher: ~comes back, in holiday clothes~ Ah that is..... better.
What holiday? And you ran out to *cyber*change? NOTHING IS DIFFERENT!! JUST POST YOU'RE WEARING 'HOLIDAY' CLOTHES!! Look what you made me do, I'm typing in all caps... You people will be the death of me.
She's lumbering around in a Santa Suit.
Clancy: ~watches Aph, feels a stir inside....snugs up to her, wrapping an arm about her in a warm hug~.....Missed you, Aph,....~picks up one of the last s'mores and offers it ~ Want one..?
And also like a kicked dog, she gets to eat last.
She felt a stir inside? What kind of stir? A maternal stir? A stir of nausea? What?
Clancy: ~smacks 4 again~ So..Watcher...how is holiday...you old bag?
WHAT freakin' holiday!!? And WHY do you keep smacking her?!
It's a nervous twitch.
64.12.107.46: : *she shakes her head, rubbing her tummy* The troll in my tummy has been angry lately. He has been beating on my intestines. *snugs the real W* I missed you too but I couldn't -
You, my dear friend, are a moron of the highest calibur. And someone has been SERIOUSLY misinforming you of the nature of your digestive system.
Either that, or else when she was 7, someone tried to explain to her what bleeding ulcers are.
64.12.107.46: : come in when that frosty bitch was here. She said things that actually hurt, even for pixels.
Shadey, have you been in Ben-Chat again? This could only be your work...
Not me!
Watcher: Yes but I can't seem to..... find *my* clothes. Always....someone elses. Damn airlines.
Having sex in airline bathrooms is always a risky proposition, but when you're on-call 24-7 like Watcher is, you often don't get to make these choices.
She talks like William Shatner.
Clancy: Ahhh...yes..the snow has gone..from here....and now...is a whole lot warmer...indeed...I missed so many people....but would not come in..myself....
Because the subtle art of ignoring is lost on these people. Remember, they're the ones that talked to the idiot who 'didn't speak English'... Desperate or friendly, you make the call.
All those ellipses! Is she making fun of Watcher?
64.12.107.46: : *pulls in tight to W, pulling a blanket over the two of them* She drove a lot of the old folk out and then complained when we weren't around to be jabbed at.
I like her style.
I hate people who do that. I really hate people who do that.
Clancy: Well, Watcher, from what I've heard...you don't wear many clothes..and what you do wear are nothing but table cloths...so what's your problem..old woman..?
Oooooooooh!!! That's gotta hurt. For Clancy, that is, she just got 'Lamest Insult of the Year Award'.
Yea? Well, your mama's so fat, she has to make her night gowns out of the living room drapes!
Clancy: Yes, saved the post of her actually saying sorry for killing the room...~sighs snugging way up~ what good did that do..a damn day late...if you ask me...
Nope, it wasn't you Shadey, you'd never apologize. *L* But if she thought THAT girl could say things that hurt, she should see THIS page. *LOL*
I only do this out of a crippling sense of my own worthlesness.
Watcher: Problem? Well, nothing....but these togas don't fit right. Camel toes.
After this comment, it took a lot to stay in the room. You're all very lucky I toughed it out. Or unlucky, as the case may be.
How the FUCK can a TOGA, which is a loose skirt-like garment, cause CAMEL TOES? Jesus fucking CHRIST! A toga can not gap and stretch and bunch at the crotch, you toad fucks!
Watcher: Of course........I fit right in. With the decor.
Getting laid like a rug, that is.
Shut the hell up, you cock pope! Stop talking! I hate you! You don't know what a toga is, yet you claim to wear it! I spit on your mother's grave! And if you and your mother didn't get along, then I spit on the grave of your most beloved pet! Also, I fucked your pet! And that's why it died! Because of me! ARRRGH!
64.12.107.46: : Well you and I and the birds know she didn't mean a damn word of it. I hope she gets hit by a car in Virginia and burns in hell. I wanna torture her when I get there
You and I and 'the birds'? When you get to where? Hell? And why VIRGINIA?! *shakes head* I don't know whether to recommend anger management or a swift kick to the throat...
Why do birds suddenly appear...
Clancy: ~laughs~ uh huh...Watcher..sure sure...you fit in...alright...~rolls eyes...murmurs under breath~ hasbeen...
Now, now. You just go back to your cyber binging and electronic purging.
Watcher: Has been........has boon.....has boobs.....not me, but the hellcat daughter. Yes
She changed 'has been' to 'has boobs'. Why, I'll never know. And why she's now referring to her daughter... I give up.
she's an IDIOT! She's reminding everyone that she has boobs.
Clancy: ~brow going up~ oh..Aph...you are going to Virginia.....I pray every day and night...those two come my way...~such an evil grin on such wonderful full lips...eyes sparkle~
So you can shit your pants and run away? Yeah, that'll show 'em. Eat a s'more Clancy, and shut up.
Clancy: Watcher...we all know you don't have boobs..so give it up....bag of bones...
This from the girl who four pages back posted puffing out her 'no chest'.
She had TB, ok? It's not her fault that her chest is caved in.
Clancy: By the way, Watcher, you amaze me...didn't think you had the brains to pull of a proxy like that...can't even be traced...~pats the bat on the back~....
Watcher: I know I don't.....but.......you know our daughter.
Again, is she talking about her daughter's boobs? I don't even want to get into this. It's surreal these people even exist.
I'm crying on the inside.
Watcher: It's the 'shrooms.
Oh, well that explains so much.
Clancy: ~collects camels..smacks 4 once again~
WHY does she keep smacking her?! Have you noticed I've used the word 'why' an inordinate amount of times in this lurk? Why do you think that is?
Watcher: ~smacks self, or rather Clancy~
Looked like so much fun, she had to join in. *smacks Watcher as well* Hey! It IS fun!
Clancy: ~shivers like hell~ NOOOOOOOOOOOO...don't want to know...your daughter..Watcher...~shivers and crawls under nearest couch~......~shuddering..like hell~
I've seen this before in cases of post traumatic stress disorder... How she fit underneath a couch, though, I'll never know.
Why did you send this to me? Why?
Do you hate me?
I think you hate me.
You wouldn't let me take a shower when I visited you, you made me take an armpit-smelling bus back home, and now you send me dreck like this.
What did I ever do to you? What? Huh?
That's it. Next time I see you, I'm going to take several unwashed people with me, and drown you in a group hug.
I hate you.

64.12.107.46: : Hmmm, if I had the money, I would prolly do a nice Mafia style hit. Someone like that, doesn't deserve life.
Hasn't this person realized no one is talking about that anymore? *hands them money to buy a clue* *takes it back* She'll just try to buy a vowel or something.
Watcher: ~finds this similar to real life........talking to self...~
I'm not sure what this refers to. Is Watcher posting in the room under two different handles in two different windows? If so, this is the saddest thing I've ever seen. Sadder than the fact she talks to herself in real life.
Holy Christ. My world has come to a crashing halt.
Clancy: ~is smacked...beats the ever living hell out of Watcher..bites the bitch to blood..kicks her hard in various places..and trys to grab what hair the old bat has..than rags her about
Hmm, so apparently I wasn't the only person thinking about doing that. Well, not exactly that; my thought was, of course, coherent.
Clancy: ~
Unnecessary, unenlightening, and uninteresting. I reject this post. Thank you, drive thru.
Clancy: ~laughs at self....both times~......~turns to Aph~...I don't need outside help....they come here...they don't leave..am in those hills...~evil grin~...
I have no clue what's going on here. This is nearing the point I gave up in frustration.
I gave up a while ago.
Watcher: ~whispy fairie hair falls out, barks shins on furniture.......scratches like a hellcat at Clancy....pokes at eyes..~
All I DO know is that they're kicking each other's asses, of which I highly approve.
This is so incredibly non sexy.
Watcher: Okay....I am fading.....into nothing. Must go.
Clap your hands children and she can stay!! *listens to the dead silence and a cricket chirping* Oooooook, the audience has spoken.
Clancy: ~breaks the old bats fingers off like brittle bones...throwing them about the room..all but one..trys to shove it up her huge nostril~stay still ..bitch...
Gross. This could be a special segment on When Redneck Housewives Attack, however.
Clancy: Yep...run..Watcher...don't trip over your..table cloths on the way....punk...~snorts and growls~
That's so much funnier if picture a large redneck woman from the Appalachian mountains named CLANCY with chocolate smeared all over her face and pink spandex, hair tousled from fighting, and angry about the sun setting at night...snorting and growling. *L* That's just a little of what goes on in MY head when I see this crap.
*LOL*
64.12.107.46: : *shakes her head* That was an odd duck, if I do say so myself
Understatement of the year.
Watcher: I can't...scumsucking whore.....Need a toke. I always was a wussie at heart.
She needs a 'doobie'.
She needs a little bit of Michigan Courage.
Watcher: ~Watcher *is* an odd duck!~
We already figured that out. Thanks.
Captain Obvious to the resuce!
Watcher: ~flutters off, all fae and dragon like~
Fae....and....dragonlike.... SHADEY!!!!! *runs off screaming*
I'm not talking to you. I hate you.
Clancy: Got that right ...Watcher..now go live in your little world...smoke that drop...~grins~ twit...
You smoke POT or ROCK. You DROP acid. You can DRINK lemonDROPS. You CANNOT smoke that drop. Twit.
Clancy: ~blinks and looks at Aph~ Yes...very....~nods slowly~ but made me feel better..beating me up....and all...mmhmmm...I needed release....
Whenever you need release: Call me, I'll be happy to beat you up.

I couldn't take anymore. It goes on, but who honestly cares?
My head hurts. I think I have internal bleeding.