Insomnia, black tea, and boredom. This ménage à trois of sorts stimulated my overwhelming impulse to pass time. I mean, why the hell else would I decide to open my AIM log to read past conversations? I found myself exceedingly astonished at how far back the log went...and after hours of mind numbingly vapid reading...I did come across a jewel that made me smile. Certain names, just one really, were omitted to protect the innocent.
Name Deleted: true, and then you wouldn't have any battle scars
groovylayne: yes, i feel manly..next time though, you're wearing mittens
Name Deleted: i can restrain if you like
groovylayne: we'll play eskimos in heat
Name Deleted: lol,
groovylayne: no, restraining sort of defeats the purpose of being able to release...
groovylayne: of course, i do have handcuffs...
Name Deleted: eek
groovylayne: we can play fugitive eskimos in heat
Name Deleted: oh dear
groovylayne: you are being restrained because you vandalized my igloo...and i teach you a hearty lesson by showing you my massive polar bear
Name Deleted: lmao, polar bear??
groovylayne: sorry, wanted to see how far i could go with that.
Name Deleted: it got me laughing pretty hard.
groovylayne: sounds more sexual than baby seal...
Name Deleted: especially if we throw in snow shoes
Name Deleted: yeah, baby seal doesn't
groovylayne: now you're just being silly.
groovylayne: snow shoes...pfft, whatever.
Name Deleted: of course i am being silly
groovylayne: i'm not going to let you play if you don't take this serious...
Name Deleted: okay, let me guess, I have very little to nothing on under my parka?
groovylayne: incorrect, you have a sweater on, and long johns...its freezing...are you insane?
Name Deleted: i hate long johns though
groovylayne: how about a long layne?
groovylayne: god i'm good.
Name Deleted: god you are BAD!
groovylayne: you're just jealous because i have the verbal reflexes of a jungle cat...
Name Deleted: yes, but I have the claws of one!
groovylayne: well, all this artistic sexual innuendos have exhausted me...
groovylayne: i'm going to crawl into bed and masturbate to snowmen
If the person involved in the above scintillating exchange happens to recognize and recollect this amusing banter...let me know, I am curious to see if you do, indeed, remember. :-)