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.
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