Yet another chatlog post. I might make a separate page dedicated to chat log posts because they're kinda stupid and they take up a lot of space but I like them. I know you guys like when I rant about shit, but theres nothing to rant about right now. Seriously. Second Life is pretty quiet right now. And no, I am not going to harp on about Pepsi Delivery.
Friend Steve: i need to figure out what to take to the pot luck thing today
Me: everyone fucking loves oreos
Me: but no one ever brings them
Me: they all bring maceroni and cheese
Me: or chilli
Me: or rolls...
Me: who the fuck wants rolls...
Friend Steve: what else will you put your butter on?
Me: EAT IT STRAIGHT
Me: LIKE A MAN
Me: I grew up Lutheran
Me: I know what people want at pot luck
Me: compared to what people bring
Friend Steve: i dunno. I feel like I should bring something more than a box of oreos
Me: those little weenies in the sauce
Me: everyone loves those
Me: I love pot lucks where someone brings those
Me: rarely happens
Me: but when it does
Friend Steve: i don't know how to make those, and I don't think I have time to make them
Me: how much time do you have
Friend Steve: its at 2. I was planning on just grabbing something at a grocery store or soemthing
Me: barbecue chips, oreos, and booze. or some sort of soda everyone loves but no one ever brings
Friend Steve: no booze, apparently
Me: bring red pop or cream soda or something
Me: or grape soda
Friend Steve: should I grab watermelon and fried chicken too?
Me: YES DAMNIT
Me: the person who brought red pop was instantly my best friend
Me: because everyone loves red pop
Friend Steve: red pop?
Me: but no one ever brings it because everyone thinks they are the only person who likes it
Friend Steve: like Ruby Red Squirt?
Me: like big red
Me: although big red is a poor excuse for red pop
Friend Steve: never heard of big red
Me: FUCK ARE YOU FROM THE MIDWEST OR NOT D:<
Me: or is my "midwest" more southern than your "midwest"
Friend Steve: possibly
Friend Steve: i can't believe that is a wiki article