one lazy afternoon

The Unkee Cokee woke me up ( well, I guess he knew I was just pretending that I was asleep) and showed me some photos of his  concentration camp. As expected, there are girly curtains, girly bedsheet, A miniature wrestling guy ( which The Unkee plays or if he needs self help…)an old hotdog bear and lotsa original DVDs. He hates Jack Sparrow, I guess.  I say it’s more than a concentration camp for jews like me. Ok, so much for the intro. We actually bragged how small our rooms are and we were not making any sense. In the middle of our convo, we got serious..somehow.

 rodayashiro (2:41:10 PM): i tend to forget the important things like cookies
rodayashiro (2:41:22 PM): and bunnies and ’stache and pancakes
coco_men182 (2:42:43 PM): Yes, the important things. People seem to be focusing on politics and poverty these days that they tend to forget about cookies and pancakes. And DJ-ing bunny rabbits.

rodayashiro (2:43:05 PM): forgive me my precious
rodayashiro (2:45:30 PM): i just noticed the little girl in the tv ( in your room)
coco_men182 (2:45:34 PM): Have you seen this yet? http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/7155/facerocklz4.gif
rodayashiro (2:45:45 PM): i didan’t know you’re such a pedo unkee cokee
rodayashiro (2:45:55 PM): clickin’
rodayashiro (2:46:02 PM): hahahaha
rodayashiro (2:46:18 PM): that’s Awesome! and Bambi looks cute in there
coco_men182 (2:46:32 PM): I KNOW NOTHING OF LITTLE GIRLS ON MY TV (Coco throws a ninja bomb on the floor, disappears in the smoke)
rodayashiro (2:46:50 PM): gotcha! can’t get away with my Kung Fu
coco_men182 (2:48:27 PM): Aha! But I am covered in mucus, I am slippery like a wet puppy, you can’t grab me
rodayashiro (2:48:46 PM): I am grabbing your nose now
coco_men182 (2:48:58 PM): I envy Bimbo’s GIFfyfying skills. And his apparent cuteness.
coco_men182 (2:49:05 PM): Dang it. I lose.
rodayashiro (2:50:07 PM): of course not
rodayashiro (2:50:16 PM): you are a cutesy too unkee cokee
rodayashiro (2:50:22 PM): no lips service sir, no
coco_men182 (2:51:24 PM): Haha. Well I guess the curtains help raise the cuteness. The really, really gay curtains.
rodayashiro (2:51:35 PM): nope
rodayashiro (2:51:42 PM): i think the bunnies
rodayashiro (2:51:47 PM): and the ’stache
rodayashiro (2:52:50 PM): and the pancakes
coco_men182 (2:54:51 PM): And the bear hotdog pillows. By the way, kung aarborin mo man yon, I must warn you, I’ve had it since I was five years old. Probably even earlier. So it’s had its fair share of unwanted contact with various elements which I dare not even think about.
rodayashiro (2:55:36 PM): hahahaha. nako po! may sentiMENTAL balyoo pala yan sa yo, maherap na
coco_men182 (2:57:14 PM): No it’s okay. I don’t find any use for it. I just put it next to the wall so I wouldn’t wake up kissing the wall. I have this affinity with cold, shiny cement-based things.
rodayashiro (2:57:37 PM): what a weird, this coco guy is.
coco_men182 (2:58:13 PM): I’m surprised it took you over a year to figure it out and finally say that.
rodayashiro (3:02:18 PM): hahahahahhaha
rodayashiro (3:04:22 PM): i should forget the fact when you said that we’re like twins
coco_men182 (3:05:15 PM): Yeah, only you’re probably stronger and less girly than I am.
rodayashiro (3:07:28 PM): hahahaha
rodayashiro (3:07:58 PM): but we’re a good team. we can combine our Kung Fu and Ninja powers together.
rodayashiro (3:09:03 PM): good team together*
coco_men182 (3:09:32 PM): Add your artistic magnificence and my aerobics expertise (my shiny leotards can also come in handy when we fight crime). We’re unstoppable.
rodayashiro (3:12:22 PM): Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa yaaaaaaaa!

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Coco Collantes: I can’t stop staring at the baby.
PG: ahahahahahaah
PG: I love that face when i get pregnant, i will look at it everydamn minute of the day
Coco Collantes: And your baby’s first words will be "What up?"
PG: yeah, or Yomama
Coco Collantes: And then it’d be like "Ohhhh snaaaap!"
PG: High five!
Coco Collantes: Make it a high ten, with a chest bump in the air!
PG: but you’re gonna squash your ginormous tits if we do that
Coco Collantes: Oh yeaaahhh. Good thing us rabbits and panda dogs always have kevlar vests handy. You know, for gun shots, chest bumps, tummy ticklings and such.
PG: yeah but didn’t you know how much it costs us?
Coco Collantes: I’ll take care of it, I’ll woo any kevlar vest saleslady that comes my way. They don’t call me "Smooth Talk Sandusky" for nothing. And by "they," I mean "my pet giraffes."
PG: I see that your pets have looooong last names
PG: and ends with neckassbangerCoco Collantes: Neckassbanger The Third, Esquire.
PG: are they german too?
PG: I see.
Coco Collantes: They’re British.
Coco Collantes: They wear monacles and top hats, like the Monopoly guy.
PG: Must be. I heard them talking, I can tell by their accent.—

 they talk retardnessism more after….

 On serious thought– after taking my time gaining weight, making myself look healthy and *covered*, I finally got over the trivial things that are answerable by 3 year old tadpoles. I guess my eyes are too sinful, I get too visual about learning and judging and loving things. One visual image made me think things over and in an instant I realised I AM BETTER. Also, looking at dog pandas and bunnies and ostrich is therapeutic. And I guess August 8 is near. I’m ready.