Foxx, Kyoshin, and I were having a pleasant dinner at that new Italian place down the block when Stanflame, Flionheart, and Borealis got into a loud argument outside our window about whether a bird they saw was a finch or a sparrow.
This argument then escalated into a fist fight, a gun fight, a fairly short game of Settlers of Catan, another gun fight, and then an orgy involving extra virgin olive oil.
The animal in question was neither a finch, nor was it a sparrow. It was, in fact, a dog.
That dog was originally Tira's pet, who Foxx had stolen and launched with a catapult. This nearly broke the topic chain until Maruraba set down his glass of tea and continued so genuinely.
Foxx told me he knew Bill Murray and offered to introduce me to him. After avoiding the subject and much persistence, he relented only to introduce me to Michael Richards.
Mr. Richards then proceeded to insist that FFXI was for *** and WoW was better. Foxx later insisted that Richards is less of a *** when he's not drinking and began crying.
wth, Foxx.
Wth.
P.S. Just forget about Bill Murray, Foxx. You need help and "Lost in Translation" was overrated anyway.
Foxx and I were discussing the impending changes to health care here in the US. Following a short disagreement about policies, Foxx then insisted that the Illuminati were behind the whole thing and that Obama is, in fact, a giant lizard.
He later sent me a bunch of pictures with pyramids and ancient art involving snakes with circles drawn around them and messages saying "SEE? SEE?!"
Yesterday I found him ransacking my house and he demanded to know where I had laid my eggs.
Foxx once told me that he used to be a member of the Illuminati, and that in order to escape he had to learn how to utilize Kamehameha Wave. For added effect, he grew his hair out, dyed it blonde, spiked it a bit, and put in green cover contacts.
Foxx once told me that he used to be a member of the Illuminati, and that in order to escape he had to learn how to utilize Kamehameha Wave. For added effect, he grew his hair out, dyed it blonde, spiked it a bit, and put in green cover contacts.
Wth, Foxx.
Wth.
Like this guy
!!WARNING!!
What is seen cannot be unseen...
This is when you let the number 9,000 rule your life.
I actually saw a gaggle of geese walk past me, that were quacking as though they were ducks. I also woke up with a nose bleed, so it's been a weird day overall.
The last time ducks came into any picture, Foxx was on the edge of the scene with a 20lb hairdryer waiting for people to walk by so he could follow them around and blow their hair.
Where are the ducks you say? What makes a hairdryer 20lbs?
Foxx's home planet is Corneria. I went there and asked him a question and all he said was "Welcome to Corneria!" My warrior friend came up to him and said hi and he said "Welcome to Corneria!" again. Then my friend said he liked swords and Foxx again said "Welcome to Corneria!" So eventually it became a near endless loop, going:
"Welcome to Corneria!"
"I like swords!"
"Welcome to Corneria!"
"I like swords!"
Foxx's home planet is Corneria. I went there and asked him a question and all he said was "Welcome to Corneria!" My warrior friend came up to him and said hi and he said "Welcome to Corneria!" again. Then my friend said he liked swords and Foxx again said "Welcome to Corneria!" So eventually it became a near endless loop, going:
"Welcome to Corneria!"
"I like swords!"
"Welcome to Corneria!"
"I like swords!"
I went to a pancake house recently and asked for sourdough pancakes. They didn't have them. Neither did IHOP. My mother didn't know how to make them. As if condescending to my tastes, they appear to be completely unavailable anywhere in my area.
I have had foie gras, scotch that cost $500 for a bottle, and raw still-moving squid tentacles, but sourdough pancakes continue to elude me as if it were a delicacy only tasted by the richest kings in Europe or the most discerning of hairy Canadian lumberjacks.
I reserve the right to not go there. Speaking of rights, Foxx was following a lawyer one day out of sheer curiosity to see what stalking a lawyer would be like. The lawyer eventually found out and told Foxx his name was Miranda and that Foxx had his rights.
Also, the lawyer warned Foxx that one day, a close friend of his will drop the soap and it's Foxx's duty to remind him. Otherwise, Foxx and all his friends will suffer from head trauma.
-We got double head from omega kyo, way to go-
As such, why no reminder!?
Wth Foxx.
Wth.
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Server maintenance, resurrected thread, his turn to post yet kyo and I are going again? Also, I'm running low on chips, which Foxx invariably is responsible for because of his prior chip factory rampage. Not just any chips however, the kind that taste of magic and wonderment.
