Okay...

[EricT]

... My face is stucks to the wall.

 

[Captain Beard]

Well use some monkey sperm and get it loose man!

 

[EricT]

You fail.

 

[Kvlt Wench]

He had a very big night with a very huge fan.

 

[Captain Beard]

Discuss it with me please. I need to be drawn away from the searing pain of my BROKEN GALLBLADDER.

 

[EricT]

Maybe you should try 'pickle herring sandwich', famous from Oslo!

 

[Captain Beard]

If I can vomit it back up.

 

[EricT]

Oh great... now you're gonna start a whole chain reaction puke.... athon.

 

[Captain Beard]

Well I can't eat anything remotely good tasting very often due to stomach hating food. Though I'd likely blow the sandwich chunks anyway. Herring... eww.

 

[EricT]

Ooooh Blood Puke, good song title... someone write that...

 

[Captain Beard]

Why don't you?

 

[Kvlt Wench]

Oh wait, we already wrote that. Good song though. It should go back in the setlist.

 

[Captain Beard]

I'm missing out at work too much.

 

[EricT]

Ugh, I think I need another liver transplant...

 

[Captain Beard]

I have 5 more in the back. Want them all at once?

 

[Kvlt Wench]

Can't I just throw up in my own house?!

 

[Captain Beard]

I give up.

 

[EricT]

Really? Thats interesting? What are you selling, handicap stuff?

 

[Kvlt Wench]

...though I do appreciate your simplistic views of smashing that which you do not understand.

 

[EricT]

Oh come on, screw that internet crap. I mean come on, what is the internet, ya know?


Seriously... What is the internet?