  R: there's this factory in germany or some place... R: and all it did was churn out CDs of pink floyd's dark side of the moon... R: if i really were a shrink, i could've been like that...made money just by counselling you R: YOU're my dark side of the moon Me: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha love you!
Me: Brando died - if that is not the end of an era, what is R: oh yeah, i was sad R: i read this story about him in acting school R: a bunch of students were asked to behave like a chicken on whom an atom bomb was to be dropped R: so all of them go berserk in the classroom...they look up at the sky...they cackle...they make noises...they run around panicking R: you get the picture R: all except brando, that is R: he just sat there coolly in his chair.
he was the hen sitting on top of her eggs. and he said: "what would a chicken know or care about a damn atom bomb? " Me: ohhhhh man R: sigh R: okay, now i've gotta going and i have to post that chicken story on my blog Me: no no - I will let ME do that R: no way R: nooo!!! Me: NNNOOOOO Me: i WILL Me: you ASS let ME do it R: it's MY story Me: but you dont even WRITE on your blog so just like, leave it to me alright? R: you have so many other interesting stories on your blog me have none R: no way Me: NO i will ...FRICK off I will Me: let MAMA take care of this Me: fine fine....listen - you post the story, and I post this conversation R: now thats a fine girl R: lol, ok!
Deal! R: cut out the part where i say i dont have any interesting stories in my blog Me: you still remain an ass of course. R: and of course cut out the line above Me: dont talk, just SMILE..... for the more you talk, the more you stand to exposure R: and the line above R: and so on 
