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Myk Murphy:
All i want to do is sleep.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 12:33:25 pm)
Cushca:
I fucking despise my colleagues. There, I've said it.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 12:41:28 pm)
Injunction:
I love you Cushca.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 12:42:06 pm)
Cushca:
Get the fuck away from me. I hate you.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 12:44:53 pm)
Injunction:
Please, I must introduce you to my other brother. He will arrive at 17:59:59. He'll be five pages long.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 12:46:48 pm)
Injunction:
My laid-back sister is listening to E-Bow The Letter. She will not bother you. She is making tea.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 12:47:54 pm)
Cushca:
Oh yes. I see him now. I don't much like the look of him either.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 12:48:09 pm)
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(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 12:51:51 pm)
Cushca:
I'm still here. This is so fucking wrong.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:23:19 pm)
Sleepy:
Still?
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:25:05 pm)
Sleepy:
Maybe some of my calming herbal tea will help?
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:25:40 pm)
Sleepy:
Are the other girls there?
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:26:05 pm)
Sleepy:
Ha ha ha.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:26:20 pm)
Cushca:
Yes. Perhaps. If you make it really boiling water, I can pour it over the groin of the heartless one.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:26:28 pm)
Sleepy:
I think that would melt his controls.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:27:00 pm)
Cushca:
The other girls. You are funny. No. And get this, blouse girl smokes Marlboro Menthol. For fucks sake. Marlboro Menthol.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:27:03 pm)
Cushca:
Does. Not. Compute.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:27:12 pm)
Sleepy:
I am listening to Electrolite. Sing along. Imagine me doing my intricate dance by the lift.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:27:44 pm)
Sleepy:
I'm doing it for you. Right now.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:27:56 pm)
Cushca:
The very thought is bringing tears to my eyes.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:29:18 pm)
Cushca:
I am listening to Not For You VERY LOUDLY.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:29:30 pm)
Sleepy:
Excellent.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:29:45 pm)
Cushca:
They are trying to ignore me. But they are finding it quite difficult due to the screechy vocals and high volume.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:30:18 pm)
Sleepy:
You seem to be in a hell-set sitcom. It would be funny if it weren't real.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:30:19 pm)
Sleepy:
Salvation in the form of Vedder - a religion for the pissed off.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:31:20 pm)
Sleepy:
There is something so awful on Top of the Pops 2. 5000 Volts apparently. Who the hell are they? The woman singing is making my ears bleed.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:32:14 pm)
Cushca:
The heartless one has left. I don't think he likes my choice of music. I'm guessing he especially doesn't like me singing "I'll never work for you, fuck you, this is not for you" very loudly.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:32:33 pm)
Sleepy:
I wonder if he'll mention "ear-splitting cultural distractions" next Monday.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:34:56 pm)
Cushca:
I wonder if I give a shit. Hm. No. I think definately not.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:36:05 pm)
Sleepy:
I'll meet you for lunch tomorrow, yes?
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:36:14 pm)
Cushca:
I'm really sad. Do I want to buy a pearl jam t-shirt?
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:36:20 pm)
Sleepy:
Oh my. Shampoo are on telly.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:36:26 pm)
Cushca:
Yes, yes. Lunch. The Bird is very excited about it.
(Wed Nov 28, 2001 - 1:36:35 pm)