Insanity begets an idea.....

Private Message Exchange.....

Insane Slut: I've had enough of this crap. There's not enough ME going on anymore. With Gimp Pimp Corps being decimated by the Evil Electronic Empire, we're looking at being defenseless against the IoMP. Obviously we can't leave the community policing to a hacker and his cronies.

LilyAnne: Agreed. After I que up this latest barrage of emails, we should order some costumes off the web and get some promotion stuff sent out, so people ph34r us.

Vanilla: I'll just sew us some. I have a pattern I think will work nicely.

LilyAnne: I'll gather the Laser Llama Brigade, and we'll use them to attack anyone who gets in our way. 

Damn you kids get off my lawn!!!!!!!!

Posted on Isle of Misfit Posters.....

Oscar Oldbie: Those stupid people over at Isle of Misfit Posters stole my chickens. You bastards need to stop crapping on my lawn. Just because BigMoney was hittin' my bitch back in the day, doesn't mean he's still hittin' it. Jesus with both feet in his mouth on Christmas.

Forken: Um.... are you sure you're on the right board?

Oscar Oldbie: GET OFF MY LAWN. Aww dammit this is the wrong board. I don't like posting here cause they make me read and stuff. Bah. Damn kids.

What is Larry up to now?

Private Message Exchange.....

Dr. Scott: Did ye ken larry was ower oan isle ay misfit posters? gart an accoont an' is postin' oan th' regular?


BigDawg: Yeah I knew he was there, I just don't know why. He's gone off the deep end. Is he trying to prod that crazy bitch into totally ruining this place? It's bad enough those three harpies have taken to thrashing anyone and everyone who comes to Feelers, and is poking and prodding at every little thing posted on IoMP. I have to find a way to get rid of those bitches. Maybe we can probe them for eyeball assault?

Dr. Scott:Larry will hang ye by th' balls fur probin' his bitches.

BigDawg: I'm getting sick of that fuckface anyhow. What's he gonna do? Throw beer cans at me over the Internet? Haha. 

The return of BigMoney B.....

Posted on Isle of Misfit Posters.....

BMB: Yo whassup in dis bitch?

Forken: Same old shit. We're having a ball while random crazies come and go. 

BMB: Dat drunken doorknob dryhumper Larry finally bailed out, at least in public. Anyone seen dat bitch Lester? I need to dikscuss some biznass with him and he's not answerin' my emails.

Forken: Probably in hiding. Maybe the FBI finally got him? Probably bought one too many Guy Fawkes masks. 

BMB: Heh. He likes duh masks. Dis one time, back in the day, he got pissed drunk and went running around with a Roddy Piper mask rubbing his junk all over the furniture. Took 4 cops, 2 tazers and a beartrap to bring his dumb ass down. Dat waz duh shit.

A meeting of the hiveminds.....

Private chatroom exchange.....

Perish: This is bullshit. That bitch Buffy knows I'm reading every word they've written. How the hell does she know? I bet she's the actual leader of that bastardized cult of loons. Now they've managed to lure over the cool posters, and we don't have SHIT going on. No one will fucking play with us anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LilyAnne: I did my best. I pissed off just about everyone who posted against me this week. I think my verison of crazy is finally becoming useless. They are numb to my insanity.

Vanilla: No one is immune to your insanity sweetie, we just have different levels of coping. I for one don't know what you're all in a tizzy about, those loons can have each other. I mean, who wants to be over there anyhow. All that open discussion and no one to wrangle in the free thinkers. I like it here where it's safe and Larry is protecting us all.

Perish: Ahh christ, it's my night in the cage. Looks like I better go find my leotard.