This was our conversation;
Blogger: When you spilled the milk, did it look like the moon?But when I tried to post my comments Blogger got all uppity and "Word Verification" on my ass.
Me: So big. So bright. So mystical. You are in my head B!
Blogger: The love potion you made tastes terrible. How will you drink it?
Me: Um, I have a blog. I think I love myself just fine. You drink it. Then give me some good user interface when you want to lick my boots.
Blogger: Why do you think honeydew is the money melon?
Me: You. You are the money melon baby.
Blogger: If there's no I in team, why is there meat?
Me: (Thinking) (Silence) (Bong water gurgles)
Blogger: What reason do you have to believe the earth is flat?
Me: Chill out man. You're getting paranoid. (Deep Inhale)
Blogger: The first time you had your shoes taken off - how surprised were you to see that you still had toes?
Me: Giggle. Snort. Quit bogarting the bong B!
Me: Who you calling 8 bitch.
Me: Was it your birthday? I don't think so.
Me: (Snap) I am outta here. But thanks for calling me a MILF (wink)