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[Griffin]

FRENCH!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!! Is that you, Mrs. Moscow?

STOP TALKING!

[Gay Panda]

STOP TALKING!

YOU WIN!!! Dear Valhalla, how many Gay Panda Funny Points can one man have?

[Gay Panda]

You're sick, bloodorchid, so wonderfully sick.

[Griffin]

YOU WIN!!! Dear Valhalla, how many Gay Panda Funny Points can one man have?

I'm trying to find out - it's my retirement plan.

[Lady Friend]

DAMMIT Lady Friend!!! REMEMBER BACK ON DECEMBER 20TH OF LAST YEAR WHEN YOU TOUCHED THE CART HANDLE AT WHOLE FOODS AND THEN RUBBED YOUR FILTHY GERMY HAND ON MY ARM?

Well, I hope you're happy BECAUSE NOW I'M SICK.

I did NOT. You took L'eggs with you that day. :P

[Gay Panda]

I'm trying to find out - it's my retirement plan.

Awesome. My retirement plan is the apocalypse. I know that I won't survive it.

[thepigisatastyanimal]

Gay Panda is wearing sexyfied Lipstick Jammie Pants, and Gay Panda has a cold.

Hawt.

[Gay Panda]

Hawt.

You have no idea. I sat on my recliner this morning and it melted.

[Gay Panda]

I did NOT. You took L'eggs with you that day. :P

You did this to me, Lady Friend, not an imaginary spider wearing eight tiny booties and a jester's cap. You got me sick. I don't know how you can live with the guilt of a sad, sick, miserable, hungry panda on your conscience. How can I go to Whole Foods in this condition? All I have in the freezer is that mysterious Eye of Round from the Donner Party CSA, and all that is in the fridge is mustard and walnuts. That will be my lunch, Lady Friend, mustard and walnuts. And the second jar of expired chocolate sauce. All because of you.

(Truth: I don't feel that bad today. I just don't want to stop writing to shop, but my stomach is alerting me that this task can no longer be avoided.)

[ottercat]

Otter sends virtual soup
and sings virtual "Soft Kitty" whilst virtually rubbing virtual Vicks in a counterclockwise direction so your chest hair doesn't matt

BAZINGA!