Tinfoilthingy is Delphine, ElectricBen8 is me ------------------------------------------------------------ ElectricBen8: pff, you lie, and reek of flies Tinfoilthingy: flies don't smell. go to hell ElectricBen8: they do, they reek of what they inhabit ElectricBen8: shite Tinfoilthingy: have you ever smelt a fly? ElectricBen8: i've only ever seen large quantities around shit ElectricBen8: you can't smell one on it's own because it's so small Tinfoilthingy: but it's the shit you can smell, not the flies ElectricBen8: the flies sit on the sit, they will smell of it Tinfoilthingy: not noticably ElectricBen8: like if i go to my grandads and he smokes his pipe so the smoke goes on me, i reek of tobacco Tinfoilthingy: if you were a fly you would notice then Tinfoilthingy: so you are in fact calling yourself a fly Tinfoilthingy: which means you smell ElectricBen8: flies do smell, but you don't notice it because their odour stength is proportional to their size Tinfoilthingy: exactly Tinfoilthingy: so how do you know they smell? ElectricBen8: so you agree that they smell? Tinfoilthingy: you're not the size of a fly Tinfoilthingy: so you can't *know* they smell ElectricBen8: i have friends who have friends, and down that chain one of them is small enough to know ElectricBen8: these friends are like russian dolls Tinfoilthingy: poor tiny fellow! how do you communicate with this friend? Tinfoilthingy: is this friend ... a fly? ElectricBen8: i think the smallest of them is actually a moth Tinfoilthingy: well. how sweet
One of your friends has the tendency to be attracted to bright lights, smashes into windows and eats clothes? Edit smasheS
I'm still struggling with the fact that Ben has friends. May I ask Ben and Ella, was this conversation drink fuelled or are you both really as silly as Rinso?
[quote:d3a2eeee3b="colonesque10"]May I ask Ben and Ella, was this conversation drink fuelled or are you both really as silly as Rinso? [/quote:d3a2eeee3b] I was fuelled by blackcurrant juice and water. Ella had slowly slithered into a puddle and was languidly lapping it up.
Puddle!? I'll have you know I was fuelled by a Muller Fruit Corner. Blueberry. I hate it when you run out of yoghurt before the fruit. You feel compelled to eat it, but it's sickening on its own.
