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Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Sickness Meets Boredom 2/1/11
Amanda: Hello everybody again! I’m here, with Onyx, and we’re both sick. bleh.
Onyx: That’s right, we have horrible cases of syphilaherpes.
Amanda: Uh, he’s lying. Fever, coughing, stuff like that. I think something’s going around.
Onyx: And Bieber Fever. Worse than syphilaherpes. *shudders* Okay, now to stop being a fail. (This is the part, Amanda, where you say that I can’t stop being a fail or some other comeback) Amanda:Yeah, I was going to say that, but thanks for doing it for me!
Onyx: You’re very welcome. Now hang on, I have to go vomit up my guts, so be right back, my lovely audience of roughly none.
Amanda: :) *elevator music plays*
*reads book about s’chool shooting, while Onyx makes bathroom explode*
Onyx: Amanda, I LOVE you!
Amanda: I know, but you have to let me go!
Onyx: I CAN’T!
Amanda: Maybe this isn’t the best time for this.
Onyx: Love me.
Amanda: …............
I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know he was going to do this.
Onyx: No fair, putting nonsensical posts under someone else’s name is MY thing. Evil. I’m back, btw.
Amanda: Everyone, I have something to tell you: I’m pregnant.
Onyx: ….
Amanda: Yes, I just got a ultra sound.
Onyx: Isn’t it one word? Ultrasound? Anyway, let’s stop with the fake posts.
Amanda: Yes, just to clarify, Onyx doesn’t love me and I’m not pregnant.
Onyx: Actually, I have something to tell you concerning the fake posts.
Amanda: What?
Onyx: *dramatic music plays*
Lulz, no, she clarified correctly. Bored. Let’s talk about something else. Ideas?
Amanda: Huh. Oh, there aren’t any people on facebook from school on right now.
Onyx: That’s weird. IT WAS FATE! *violin plays, Kim Jong Il kills a cat* Anyway, in serious news, Netflix rocks.
Amanda: That is serious. CALL OBAMA.
Onyx: I was saying about us being the only ones online and making a joke with the violins playing, and then made awkward turtle appear by having Kimmy randomly be Kimmy. Speaking of Kimmi, the YouTube chick is pretty awesome. VIVA LA DAVE DAYS AND HIS ASSORTED STALKERS! ….Anyway, back to you.
Amanda: Yeah, um, yeah. I have nothing to say. <(“)
Onyx: It’s weird, she looks a bit like you. Maybe you’re long-lost-food-comrades. That somehow got John Lennon bananas cheesecake I ran out of stuff to say so I’m ranting with no punctuation
Onyx: Should we end postie nao?
Amanda: Probably, it’s pretty long. Bye bye, everybody!
Onyx: And by ‘everybody’, she means all our air fans. That sounded weird. Air followers? Fans that don’t exist? Cheese? Anyway, adios, and don’t fight North Korea or they’ll eat you. Btw, Amanda, you get to be the one to upload it from Google Docs to Blogger. :) Okay, bye nows.
Onyx: That’s right, we have horrible cases of syphilaherpes.
Amanda: Uh, he’s lying. Fever, coughing, stuff like that. I think something’s going around.
Onyx: And Bieber Fever. Worse than syphilaherpes. *shudders* Okay, now to stop being a fail. (This is the part, Amanda, where you say that I can’t stop being a fail or some other comeback) Amanda:Yeah, I was going to say that, but thanks for doing it for me!
Onyx: You’re very welcome. Now hang on, I have to go vomit up my guts, so be right back, my lovely audience of roughly none.
Amanda: :) *elevator music plays*
*reads book about s’chool shooting, while Onyx makes bathroom explode*
Onyx: Amanda, I LOVE you!
Amanda: I know, but you have to let me go!
Onyx: I CAN’T!
Amanda: Maybe this isn’t the best time for this.
Onyx: Love me.
Amanda: …............
I’m sorry guys, I didn’t know he was going to do this.
Onyx: No fair, putting nonsensical posts under someone else’s name is MY thing. Evil. I’m back, btw.
Amanda: Everyone, I have something to tell you: I’m pregnant.
Onyx: ….
Amanda: Yes, I just got a ultra sound.
Onyx: Isn’t it one word? Ultrasound? Anyway, let’s stop with the fake posts.
Amanda: Yes, just to clarify, Onyx doesn’t love me and I’m not pregnant.
Onyx: Actually, I have something to tell you concerning the fake posts.
Amanda: What?
Onyx: *dramatic music plays*
Lulz, no, she clarified correctly. Bored. Let’s talk about something else. Ideas?
Amanda: Huh. Oh, there aren’t any people on facebook from school on right now.
Onyx: That’s weird. IT WAS FATE! *violin plays, Kim Jong Il kills a cat* Anyway, in serious news, Netflix rocks.
Amanda: That is serious. CALL OBAMA.
Onyx: I was saying about us being the only ones online and making a joke with the violins playing, and then made awkward turtle appear by having Kimmy randomly be Kimmy. Speaking of Kimmi, the YouTube chick is pretty awesome. VIVA LA DAVE DAYS AND HIS ASSORTED STALKERS! ….Anyway, back to you.
Amanda: Yeah, um, yeah. I have nothing to say. <(“)
Onyx: It’s weird, she looks a bit like you. Maybe you’re long-lost-food-comrades. That somehow got John Lennon bananas cheesecake I ran out of stuff to say so I’m ranting with no punctuation
Onyx: Should we end postie nao?
Amanda: Probably, it’s pretty long. Bye bye, everybody!
Onyx: And by ‘everybody’, she means all our air fans. That sounded weird. Air followers? Fans that don’t exist? Cheese? Anyway, adios, and don’t fight North Korea or they’ll eat you. Btw, Amanda, you get to be the one to upload it from Google Docs to Blogger. :) Okay, bye nows.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Boredom meets Web 2.0
Onyx: Greetings, Plator audience! Me and Amanda are both reeeallly bored right now, and can’t think of anything to do. So we decided to make a plator post, but couldn’t think of a topic. So...here’s basically a transcript of us talking live. No keel me please.
Amanda: Hello Onyx!
Onyx: Kon’nichiwa. I special. I said ‘hello’ in Japanese. That makes me more awesome than you. :)
Amanda: Yeah, um, sure. Whatever you say.
Onyx: You know it’s true. :)
Amanda: I don’t know what to say on here.
Onyx: So, what are some of the most traumatic things that’ve ever happened to you? :)
Amanda: One is that you just misspelled ‘that’ve’.
Onyx: C’mon, Google docs is live. Don’t hate on me if I make mistakes and then correct them like half a second later. :)
Amanda: I know, I know. It’s fun pickin’ on you.
Onyx: I can do it too. ‘Pickling’, Amanda? Really? Why do you want to chuck me in a freaking brine vat? Don’t be a cannibal. Speaking of cannibals, what do you think of Ke$ha’s new album of the same name?
Amanda: Ehhhh, Ke$ha is a...very interesting person.
Onyx: Were you going to say ‘beautiful and attractive woman who I want to be just like when I grow up’? I can see why you didn’t. Makes you look like you’re obsessed with Ke$ha, which is stalkerish and wrong. Btw, her favorite color socks are purple. Beautiful, beautiful shades of purple.
Amanda: I’M THE STALKER?
Onyx: You’re the one that talked about zooming in on some dude’s chest in a surfging pic using Facebook in your novel thing. Is it still called TALMS, or is the name new, btw?
Amanda: Oh my gosh. Fail. My friend wrote that part. Not me.
Onyx: Shout out to Rosie! (No sue for privacy violations plz kthxbai)
Amanda: Gah.
Onyx: Btw, is the name still TALMS? (For uninitiated Plator viewers, of who at this moment are approximately zero, TALMS is short for ‘The Average Life of a Middle Schooler’, or something like that.)
Amanda: What the heck? Kind of close. Onyx, you’re sexy.
Onyx: About time someone noticed.
Amanda: for the readers, he added that.
Onyx: *scoffs* I did not.
Amanda: You’re awesome and totally brilliant.
Onyx: Thanks, again. Okay, I’ll quit adding stupid stuff now.
Amanda: He wrote that too, btw.
Onyx: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Is the novel still TALMS or not? *sobs* My question may never be answered.
Amanda: maybe.
Onyx: *grumbles* Gah...wetsbrook...kill...Amanda’s character...grape soda and cyanide...
Amanda: Is that how you plan to kill my character? And, by the way, this is getting pretty lengthy.
Onyx: Not as lengthy as other posts in magical places like CiO and Opin (I better get a follower on my blog for the Opin ref where it makes no sense)
Amanda: Okay, let’s stop. Thanks for putting up with his sexiness, guys! :)
Amanda: Hello Onyx!
Onyx: Kon’nichiwa. I special. I said ‘hello’ in Japanese. That makes me more awesome than you. :)
Amanda: Yeah, um, sure. Whatever you say.
Onyx: You know it’s true. :)
Amanda: I don’t know what to say on here.
Onyx: So, what are some of the most traumatic things that’ve ever happened to you? :)
Amanda: One is that you just misspelled ‘that’ve’.
Onyx: C’mon, Google docs is live. Don’t hate on me if I make mistakes and then correct them like half a second later. :)
Amanda: I know, I know. It’s fun pickin’ on you.
Onyx: I can do it too. ‘Pickling’, Amanda? Really? Why do you want to chuck me in a freaking brine vat? Don’t be a cannibal. Speaking of cannibals, what do you think of Ke$ha’s new album of the same name?
Amanda: Ehhhh, Ke$ha is a...very interesting person.
Onyx: Were you going to say ‘beautiful and attractive woman who I want to be just like when I grow up’? I can see why you didn’t. Makes you look like you’re obsessed with Ke$ha, which is stalkerish and wrong. Btw, her favorite color socks are purple. Beautiful, beautiful shades of purple.
Amanda: I’M THE STALKER?
Onyx: You’re the one that talked about zooming in on some dude’s chest in a surfging pic using Facebook in your novel thing. Is it still called TALMS, or is the name new, btw?
Amanda: Oh my gosh. Fail. My friend wrote that part. Not me.
Onyx: Shout out to Rosie! (No sue for privacy violations plz kthxbai)
Amanda: Gah.
Onyx: Btw, is the name still TALMS? (For uninitiated Plator viewers, of who at this moment are approximately zero, TALMS is short for ‘The Average Life of a Middle Schooler’, or something like that.)
Amanda: What the heck? Kind of close. Onyx, you’re sexy.
Onyx: About time someone noticed.
Amanda: for the readers, he added that.
Onyx: *scoffs* I did not.
Amanda: You’re awesome and totally brilliant.
Onyx: Thanks, again. Okay, I’ll quit adding stupid stuff now.
Amanda: He wrote that too, btw.
Onyx: GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Is the novel still TALMS or not? *sobs* My question may never be answered.
Amanda: maybe.
Onyx: *grumbles* Gah...wetsbrook...kill...Amanda’s character...grape soda and cyanide...
Amanda: Is that how you plan to kill my character? And, by the way, this is getting pretty lengthy.
Onyx: Not as lengthy as other posts in magical places like CiO and Opin (I better get a follower on my blog for the Opin ref where it makes no sense)
Amanda: Okay, let’s stop. Thanks for putting up with his sexiness, guys! :)
How times have changed
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