many choose to let their emoticons do the thinking for them

[drunkardeli]

aye.

be i sailing, caked with soot the stern (is it the stern? the thing thats in the front of the boat thats in the water) viciously cuts the filth from its rest!

our barrels are empty, my crew- too inbred to mutiny.
i cut the throats of the scurvy dogg who be doing dat ting dat uhh... uhhh... yo!
made that bi*** a$$ mother f***** kraft cheese munching monkey (ptootie) walk teh plank!..
yo!

i can hardly see the blood stained on my hands, and coat, and pants, and boots in the reflection of the orange setting sun.

Adventure!!

[Falcon0408]

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[drunkardeli]

My Beloved,

Dearest Tinkie of mine-my love surpasses any reflex to reveiw this haphazardly typed shlop and seek the advantage of a spell check button, as the time spent doing so is quite taxing on my delicately short attention span. I could not afford to waste my time, my energy, while my heart pours for you! Let's be real here baby, you and I both fit so tight- it doesnt matter if i can spell your name right, or remember your birthday. We belong together.

Ever since I first laid my eyes on your golden fluffy cylindrical mass of high calorie, intense flavor euphoria, i was mesmerized. whether it was your dedicated ideals about fashion which involved nothing more than some cowboy boots, a hat(no pants) and a lasso- or you forcefully using that same lasso to do things to certain people against their will and against very natural law in the godd*** book. youve captured my heart.

Twinky the Kid, please return my calls/letters/e-mails/threats/ransom notes/pleas/demands.

[drunkardeli]

>_> sigh....


It seemed the whole show was about bob dylan. he was even all 5 performers on the stage. My companion's sharp eye caught sight of abe lincoln, sifting through the crowd. there were lots of him too.
Eventually I departed my chair. leaving the unlit rooms dim glow behind me-

[Nobody]

Whats wrong with using the emoticons?

[drunkardeli]

Capn's Log: A solid two footer- im sendin this one into the "guiness book of all space and time, ever, in the all encompassing universe".

While engaging this light box in its own wretched game of "shtuff", i emerged victorious- able to subdue and manipulate the crude pointer device while utilizing the primitive code printed on a manual key interface to deliver this message.

Things are not good.