Slotted spoon, sugar cube, and all that jive

[Imperator Severn]

It is I, Imperator Caesar Lucius Septimius Severus Pius Pertinax Augustus.  My friends call me "Lucy."  You may know me as "That guy with the really long name" or "the asshole who tells everyone that he is the immortal son of Jupiter."

More to the point, I live and work in the same concrete block in Texas.  I register on webcomic message boards because I rarely go outside and have no actual friends.  Give me your undivided apathy, and I'll make some nachos.  Dig?

[AlohaDawg]

 You may know me as "That guy with the really long name" or "the asshole who tells everyone that he is the immortal son of Jupiter."

You know, I think that second one will do. A huge Woodberry Hello to you, Oxford Style!

[V-Adore]

Hail, Caesar! We who are about to post salute you!

[jough]

Man, where's Tha Sugar Rain when you need him...

[pmcd9]

Man, where's Tha Sugar Rain when you need him...

Despite his faults, he was a nice guy.  Very polite.

~Paul

[side_show]

Man, where's Tha Sugar Rain when you need him...

Despite his faults, he was a nice guy.  Very polite.

~Paul

Oh,  Paaul.

[jough]

I'm just posting here because the rest of the recent posts all have "Last post by Jough" or whatever on them and this one was just all odd by itself.

However, in general this is called "post whoring" and will not be tolerated.  But I'm like, a rebel who lives by his own rules or something.  

Anyway, I'm only posting this to show you all what NOT to do or something.

WTF?

[side_show]

I am a huge post whore, especially tonight/day since I have had way, waaaaaay too much caffeine.  But when you indirectly call me a whore, it feels so right.

[jough]

Smells, doesn't your SO read this board?

Aren't you afraid of him finding out about us?

[side_show]

You should be the one who's worried.  He has the super power of being able to beat any video game, and he will use this to destroy you.

Seriously though, he was actually reading over my shoulder when I posted yesterday night that I love you.  I explained that you were being chivalrous, and he was satisfied.  He knows he doesn't need to worry.  After all, you can tickle me with words, but only he gets the honey pot.  (If you actually do read my blog, you can see that I'm super sappy in love with the boy - he knows that, and knows not to worry.)  We are both overly friendly, flirty people, so he flirts with the movie counter girl, I flirt with actors, but in the end, both of us know what goes on in the bedroom, so there is definitly no stress.