This guy has a lot of relations to people on my profile.

One, he is the uncle of Kirby and Roukan (Brendalie).

Two, he is the brother of 'This woman' whom you will read about later.

His name is PJ, but I refer to him as Libros, at least on the internet.

He achieved the dream.

Made possible by Dynasty Warriors and the Wingding shirt.

That dream...

Professing his support for Lu Bu right there on his profile.

Yep.

He started it all.

And I am a copycat.

As is trite.

Thank you PJ.

You drive like a maniac.

You should have let me ride in the trunk anyway.

It would be much better than dying in the attic.

This woman, I pulled a Nez Peirce on her avatar, skinned it, then tacked it to my wall.

Despite her skinless-ness, she LOL'd.

Why? I have no clue.

I don't think an average person would laugh if they were skinned.

Then again, maybe smart people laugh at pain.

And the lack of skin.

Um-kay (don't hit me for that), this is the embodiment of two seperate people.

One of which is clinically insane, the other being insane by choice, actually, they both might be insane by choice,
I'm still not sure.

I don't think it's MPD though, too coherent for that, maybe, uh, darn, I can't think of a good explanation.

Well, you'll have to ask him.

Or them.

Anyway, even though I haven't seen them in quite a while, and I know they won't hear me, I've been tempted to run outside and scream, "GET BACK HERE!"

That might not be smart though, and I'd hate to be considered, uh, what's that word for not smart?

Oh, yeah, stupid.

I did that on purpose, if you can tell, I am quite the actress.

Or typetress.

I'm also good at multitasking, when it's something I actually want to do.

Wait, I shouldn't be talking about me.

I should be talking about him.

Sorry, them.

Oh, look, I'm out of time.

See you on the next episode of Hollywood Squares!

(I'll be in the center. NO ONE WILL WIN. EXCEPT ME.)

This is the trite, and no matter what her current user name is she will always be the trite.

The trite once told me I was the smartest idiot that she had ever met.

I take pride in that.

And at the fact that her tumor sends me hate mail.

Very, very mean hate mail.

Heck, he sits in the closet and writes all day, tossing each individual letter into a pile, to be mailed at a later date.

One day, we opened the door, he squinted up at the light from his corner, shrieked and then just sat there, gabberflasted.

We stared at each other for a moment, then he screamed, "GET OUT OF MY CLOSET YOU DIRTY, FILTHY, SCUM-SUCKING HOBO!!!"

Then he turned to Emily (the trite), and said, "Please don't slam the door on your way out, and please come back to visit 'Diego's Hate Mail Emporium - Your Personal Mibs Hate Mail Service'.

We left.

I was tempted to open the door again and say, "I didn't get your scheduled letter from the 15th, I think the mail carrier screwed up."

But I didn't want him blaming Emily's nose for anything.

This is my good friend Brendalie, now, I'm going to tell you something that has nothing to do with her.

Texas toast should really be made of green lines of cocaine.

Now, back to Brendalie, I really don't have any ramblings when it comes to her, and I should.

Brendalie, if you think of some tidbit of a funny story that I could elaborate on and put here, tell me, because at the moment my mind is blank for memories.

Purple stuff...

Or is this the trite? Hmm... SYSTEM OVERLOAD... REBOOT IN 5 SECONDS... 4... 3... 2... 1... REBOOT TIEM.

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LIEK MAI REBOOT GAIZ? (MOSTLY YOU TRITE.)

This is Kirbyzilla.

He once explained his username to me, but I forget, so I'll tell you something else.

This is Roukan's brother, Tyler. (I was so tempted to make a sister joke there.)

Him and I have one major common factor, Soul Calibur.

He'll be like, "Nice." When I use Tira's down aay bee, while rising bee.

Then he'll use my favorite Tira combo against me, back kay, aay kay, down forward bee, aay bee, over bee bee.

Or was it just one 'bee'?

That was three, and I've been playing far too much four.

But then I'll rattle off with, "Just you wait until I use

Talim's aay aay over bee ayy, down aay aay bee, back down kay, forward down bee bee, over kay kay kay kay OFF THE LEDGE."

Then he just gives me that face.

Yeah.

That face.

Then trite braids his hair.

DISBANDED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.