Post by Noven on Sept 13, 2011 20:05:55 GMT -5
This came about in a chat Luke and I had, and upon his insistence, it's being spread around. 
Well, here, hope you guys get a chuckle out of it 
Noven: What am I.
Noven: Therapist?
Lukuz13: Helped remind me that advice does work
Lukuz13: thats all
Noven: I should be one.
Noven: *goes in*
Noven: "My life fucking sucks...
Noven: I just...
Noven: too much...
Lukuz13: you'd make 300 dollar a hour for what you do every day
Noven: I've thought of suicide..."
Noven: Me:
Noven: *Ahem*
Noven: "yes... I see...."
Noven: *tells him a tale that puths his to shame*
Noven: *pulls out big red clown nose*
Noven: *puts it on him*
Noven: "Now
Noven: when you feel sad
Noven: just honk yourself
Noven: and feel happeh
Lukuz13: LOL
Noven: "
Lukuz13: W
Lukuz13: T
Lukuz13: F
Lukuz13: X,D
Noven: "wha... but...
Noven: but....
Noven: sadness... consumes me..."
Noven: *BS's way into saying I know why he thinks what he does*
Noven: *becomes his best bro*
Noven: *cuts contact when he's all better*
Noven: *was only friend*
Noven: *found dead later that night, as he'd killed himself since I was gone*
Noven: Me: B(
Noven: *looks down at him*
Noven: *honks his nose
Noven: one
Noven: last
Noven: time*
Lukuz13: LOLOLOLOLOLOL
Lukuz13: OH GOD
Lukuz13: IS IT WRONG
Noven: "Sleep well Honky....
Lukuz13: THAT I CAN'T
Noven: sleep well..."
Lukuz13: STOP
Lukuz13: LAUGHING
Lukuz13: X,D
Noven: I can't either
Lukuz13: Dear god
Noven: *picks him up*
Lukuz13: thats a gold joke there
Noven: *opens up my clown car door*
Noven: *bodies pour out*
Noven: "Huh.
Noven: I shouldn't be a therpist anymore.
Noven: It never works out.
Noven: This is the fifth this month.
Lukuz13: WESRHGHA LOFUCKINGL
Noven: Ew...
Noven: getting stinky.
Noven: *shoves them all back in
Noven: along with Honky*
~~~~
ballerscuba: But, Noooooveeeeen~ My imaginary girlfriend hasn't talked to me in weeks, and now I'm depressed. It's up to you, and only you, to cheer me up
Noven: Well, fist let me give you these slipper shoes with banana peels stuck to the bottom. From here on, sessions will cost you fifty dollars an hour, and I shall call you Slippy
Well, here, hope you guys get a chuckle out of it Noven: What am I.
Noven: Therapist?
Lukuz13: Helped remind me that advice does work
Lukuz13: thats all
Noven: I should be one.
Noven: *goes in*
Noven: "My life fucking sucks...
Noven: I just...
Noven: too much...
Lukuz13: you'd make 300 dollar a hour for what you do every day
Noven: I've thought of suicide..."
Noven: Me:
Noven: *Ahem*
Noven: "yes... I see...."
Noven: *tells him a tale that puths his to shame*
Noven: *pulls out big red clown nose*
Noven: *puts it on him*
Noven: "Now
Noven: when you feel sad
Noven: just honk yourself
Noven: and feel happeh
Lukuz13: LOL
Noven: "
Lukuz13: W
Lukuz13: T
Lukuz13: F
Lukuz13: X,D
Noven: "wha... but...
Noven: but....
Noven: sadness... consumes me..."
Noven: *BS's way into saying I know why he thinks what he does*
Noven: *becomes his best bro*
Noven: *cuts contact when he's all better*
Noven: *was only friend*
Noven: *found dead later that night, as he'd killed himself since I was gone*
Noven: Me: B(
Noven: *looks down at him*
Noven: *honks his nose
Noven: one
Noven: last
Noven: time*
Lukuz13: LOLOLOLOLOLOL
Lukuz13: OH GOD
Lukuz13: IS IT WRONG
Noven: "Sleep well Honky....
Lukuz13: THAT I CAN'T
Noven: sleep well..."
Lukuz13: STOP
Lukuz13: LAUGHING
Lukuz13: X,D
Noven: I can't either
Lukuz13: Dear god
Noven: *picks him up*
Lukuz13: thats a gold joke there
Noven: *opens up my clown car door*
Noven: *bodies pour out*
Noven: "Huh.
Noven: I shouldn't be a therpist anymore.
Noven: It never works out.
Noven: This is the fifth this month.
Lukuz13: WESRHGHA LOFUCKINGL
Noven: Ew...
Noven: getting stinky.
Noven: *shoves them all back in
Noven: along with Honky*
~~~~
ballerscuba: But, Noooooveeeeen~ My imaginary girlfriend hasn't talked to me in weeks, and now I'm depressed. It's up to you, and only you, to cheer me up
Noven: Well, fist let me give you these slipper shoes with banana peels stuck to the bottom. From here on, sessions will cost you fifty dollars an hour, and I shall call you Slippy
