Friday, January 13, 2012

Helling About Sprouts

LaZorra: okay, okay, I'm going to go work out before Goosey hells at me again.
Sentynel: That's not very nice of her.
Sentynel: Although I imagine fire and brimstone is an effective motivator.
LaZorra: HELLGOOSEY
Randy: LOL
LaZorra: *yells :-p
Goosey: LOL
Goosey: I was motivating her to get to the gym already
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LaZorra is back.
LaZorra: WHO WANTS A HUG
LaZorra: I AM ALL SWEATY
Goosey: WOO workout!
Ticia: Now goosey doesn't have to hell at you!
LaZorra: Ticia: Phew, good, because I always have to break out the salve after that.
LaZorra: it burrnsss us
ThePhan: Goosey's helling at people?
Sentynel: LaZorra: okay, okay, I'm going to go work out before Goosey hells at me again. (20:19:06)
Goosey: hehehe
LaZorra: Phan: IT WAS AWFUL
LaZorra: Soarks and pitchforks all over the place.
Randy: Soarks?
LaZorra: Like the Ozarks, but MORE FULL OF HELL.
Goosey: LOL!!
Randy: LOL
Randy: Resisting urge to make hillbilly joke...
ThePhan: LOL
ThePhan: It took me a minute to figure out that was originally "sparks" and not "sporks."
Randy: That's better than me. I didn't get it till you said it.
Ticia: Hha
LaZorra: Sell, sports are sort of like pitchforks.
LaZorra: *Well
ThePhan: Sports?
ThePhan: My siblings just played soccer tonight. That's sort of like a pitchfork.
LaZorra: ...SPORKS. SPORKTS.
LaZorra: ... *-T
* Sentynel giggles madly
ThePhan: Sprouts!
Randy: Spats!
Sentynel: I suppose sports and pitchforks both involve a pitch.
LaZorra: SPROUTS
LaZorra: Hey, so sprouts are good.
ThePhan: Hehehe
ThePhan: That's one of my favorite typos ever.
Sentynel: What, accidentally claiming that sprouts are good?
Sentynel: That is a pretty major typo.
LaZorra: Dude, brussels sprouts sauteed in lemon juice and salt until brown == delicious.
Maryam: Brussels sprouts? Alfalfa sprouts?
LaZorra: Also, alfalfa sprouts smothered in mayo on a sandwich.
ThePhan: I don't actually eat sprouts. Not because I refuse to, but simply because we never have them in our house. So I have no opinion.
LaZorra: Oh man, now I wasn't a sandwich with sprouts.
Sentynel: I'd be concerned if you were.
Sentynel: This just in: I am not, in fact, a full roast dinner.
Randy: LOL
LaZorra: I used to be. It's all your fault that I'm not any more.
Goosey: LOL!
* Randy is laughing too much.
LaZorra: RinkWorks has de-sproutified me.
Ticia has entered.
LaZorra: Now I'm just a sad, plain cheese sandwish.
LaZorra: Ticia! What sort of foodstuff are you not?
ThePhan: LOL
Ticia: Awww
Sentynel: You wish you were cheese?
Ticia: Lima beans.
* ThePhan wasn't a bowl of ice cream.
Ticia: And meat of any kind.
Ticia: I'm assuming this is an "You are what you eat" kind of thing?
Randy: I'm not carrots.
* LaZorra does not snort Randy out of her nose.
Randy: LOL LOL
Randy: Didn't even think about that.

Santa/Satan Flesh Treats

* 10Kan made Kris Kringles.
goldfishy: What are they?
LaZorra: Treats made from Santa flesh.
goldfishy: I thought as much
Sentynel: I'll take three.
* goldfishy glares at ShinyKan
LaZorra: Mmm, mmm, cannabalism.
Sentynel: Although I originally read that as "Satan flesh", which was a bit more concerning.
goldfishy: Now Satan flesh sounds tasty
goldfishy: I bet it would be all smokey and barbequey tasting
goldfishy: mmmm
goldfishy: succulent
goldfishy: I reckon Santa would taste like cinnamon
goldfishy: What would God taste like?
goldfishy: Jesus would be like sardines on toast
10Kan: Bread & wine.
goldfishy: Because of the whole fishes and loaves thing
goldfishy: Oh who is it that does the eating Jesus in church thing?
goldfishy: Because they got it all wrong
goldfishy: I should tell them
10Kan: Oh, I didn't see you asking what Kris Kringles are until now.
10Kan: They're like Rice Krispie treats, but stuck together with peanut butter and karo syrup instead of marshmallow.
LaZorra: LOL LOL
Sentynel: That's way less interesting.
10Kan: And spread on top with melted chocolate and butterscotch.
LaZorra: I like how 10Kan missed that, and finds it absolutely normal for us to just be here talking about what various people would taste like.
Sentynel: A normal Sunday evening in RinkChat.
goldfishy: Well it is a pretty normal conversation, I don't really know why you're implying it's abnormal
* Goosey comes back to a stranger-than-normal conversation

Tags

(Edited ever so slightly so the original text actually displays. Hopefully.)

Goosey: Teh Goosey has been wrapping Christmas presents, and ran out of tags
LaZorra: Here, have some more: < header> < footer> < div>
Goosey: LOL
Goosey: Thanks.
Sentynel: LOL LOL
LaZorra: Any time! I have lots.
* TalkingDog's brain twitches slightly at the unclosed tags.
Goosey: LOL
Sentynel: TD: I was more bothered by having a footer inside a header.
Sentynel: That's just wrong.

Pastries For Great Justice

LaZorra: In other news, i just made these: http://instagr.am/p/ZyTbM/
Sentynel: I saw those and they look DELICIOUS and I want some.
LaZorra: They're actually not sweet at all. The cookie part is more like a yeast biscuit than anything else.
LaZorra: With a little apricot jam and some sugar-crumb topping.
Maryam: That sounds delicious.
Maryam: But now I must go.
Maryam: Bye!
Maryam has left.
LaZorra: Bye!!
* LaZorra is imagining Maryam taking off on a quest for cookies.
LaZorra: "Now I must go...seek out and acquire pastries of all varieties."
LaZorra: FOR GREAT JUSTICE
Goosey: LOL
ThePhan: LOL
TalkingDog: nom

Rhyming in RinkChat

* Goosey sighs and puts away groceries.
* Maryam cries and juts away over stories.
* Maryam is a gargoyle apparently.
ThePhan: LOL
* Randy tries and hits away lorries.
Goosey: LOL You sillies.

Hurt Foot

Goosey: Ughhhh I don't know what's wrong with my foot, but it really hurts.
wintermute: Are there any nails in it?
Goosey: Nope
wintermute: Ah, there's your problem. Someone ripped out your toenails.
Goosey: LOL :P

BRAARH!

* 10Kan got a bit of a scare today when his doctor called him at work.
10Kan: My doc has a loud, gruff way of speaking, and his phone apparently isn't very good. So I picked up the phone and heard "BRAARH!"
10Kan: "Hello?" "BRAARH!"
10Kan: It turned out he was saying my name.