Africanized tumors.

xx55] Mister Monkey: It looks like bad photoshop
xx55] Nate Dawgg: It really does
xx55] Nate Dawgg: Look for pixels
xx56] Mister Monkey: Pixies?
xx56] Mister Monkey: like the stix?
xx56] Mister Monkey: or the fairies?
xx56] Nate Dawgg: pixels
xx56] Nate Dawgg: like the stadium
xx57] Mister Monkey: Stadium?
xx57] Nate Dawgg: Yeah
xx57] Nate Dawgg: Peas
xx58] Mister Monkey: Peas ant
xx58] Nate Dawgg: No, that's too juicy
xx58] Mister Monkey: Goblin queen
xx58] Nate Dawgg: That's more like it, like a banana
xx59] Mister Monkey: banana balancer
xx59] Nate Dawgg: Cooper aggravation
xx59] Mister Monkey: at the carwash
xx59] Mister Monkey: aggrigation of advance feifdom
xx00] Mister Monkey: *particlepants
xx00] Nate Dawgg: No, aftermarket flash lamps increase train track aptitude.
xx01] Mister Monkey: Genetic amserdamian mayor skill waxed brain sociopants
xx02] Nate Dawgg: Aww, torn underrudder pink radiatorah with cornival abscesses?
xx03] Mister Monkey: true, daydrip wuzzlepaint flambees up chimeny sweeps conditions.
xx03] Nate Dawgg: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Epic 'stache brah

xx53] Friend: just parading around here with your rich bitch moustache
xx53] Nate Dawgg: You're just jealous
xx54] Friend: what are you talking about, i have a regal 'lestor stache
xx54] Nate Dawgg: I know deep down you want your own rich bitch model.
xx54] Nate Dawgg: I've seen the look in other people's eyes before
xx55] Friend: hahahaha
xx55] Nate Dawgg: I know the signs
xx55] Nate Dawgg: A slight glassing over of the eyes during conversation
xx55] Nate Dawgg: Several quick and furtive downward glances toward my upper lip
xx56] Friend: no...i'm not staring at your stache...i'm uh..reading your lips
xx56] Nate Dawgg: Slight beads of sweat forming on the forehead and a hurried, almost frantic increase in speaking speed
xx56] Friend: hahahaha
xx56] Nate Dawgg: an occasional lick of the lips to re-moisten
xx57] Nate Dawgg: These are the flavors of moustache jealousy.
xx57] Friend: do you wax your stache
xx57] Nate Dawgg: No but I wax your mom's once a week
xx57] Friend: hahahaa

*sniff*

 Friend: my feet are hot
 Me: Take your shoes off
 Friend: no
 Friend: you don't want that level of trouble
 Me: My shoes are off
 Friend: so that's what smells like limburger and ballsack
 Me: No, that's my limburger sandwich, and I'm not wearing underwear today.
 Friend: GROSS

o.O

 Dave: what is your favorite kind of i dont know either
 Nate Dawgg: what
 Nate Dawgg: the fuck
Dave: i know
 Dave: I'm thinking of not wondering just curious
 Nate Dawgg: I don't even know what this conversation is about.
 Dave: I'm trying to tell if maybe you would think of a listener