Late night conversations go the oddest ways. This started as a little fit about some russian spamming the comments over at badblogs. Then, somehow, the following happened…

weekday pirate: and why the hell is badblogs set to rural indiana time? dsb106: wha wha wha? dsb106: wtf is going on over there? weekday pirate: it’s set to -5.5 of of gmt dsb106: ack! dsb106: f’ing russians weekday pirate: hehe, blocked his ip dsb106: and those god dmaned rural indianians weekday pirate: maybe that’s where WP is developed weekday pirate: in a barn some where dsb106: dude dsb106: ya think? dsb106: matt and his crew, all holed up … eatin’ deviled eggs and drinkin’ pop? weekday pirate: ‘cept it’s actually a retired missle silo hidden underneath an old barn dsb106: lol dsb106: I like yours better dsb106: deviled eggs make me sick weekday pirate: i dunno… i could go for some deviled eggs and pop dsb106: ewwww weekday pirate: i tell you shelby made me deviled eggs for my bday, i ate twenty of ‘em in under 48 hours dsb106: dude dsb106: you didn’t make her sleep with you, did you? weekday pirate: (woulda been 24, but i ate two hard boiled eggs before she could devil ‘em) weekday pirate: nah i’m good dsb106: or did you pull the dutch over treatment for her hardwork? weekday pirate: i’ve got an iron stomach for those things weekday pirate: LOL dsb106: word dsb106: still dsb106: that’s a lotta eggs weekday pirate: she was looking up a recipe for a dutch oven dump cake the other day dsb106: ok weekday pirate: could not figure out why i thought it was so funny dsb106: the word dump dsb106: mixed with cake weekday pirate: and dutch oven weekday pirate: hehe

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