Bitch.......Jerk......

The Kitten and the Hunters

Thu, 07 Jun 2007 06:26:38 GMT

SO this set is pretty long, but i promise (well hopefully) that you will be amused...cause honestly... to think of sam and dean in THIS situation... its just....you'll just have to read HAHA

4/2/07, 10:55 AM
Dean: NIce....KITTY GET AWAY FROM MY CHINESE FOOD!!!!!
Dean: *throws shotgun at cat*
Dean: *threatens to shoot it*
Sam: *Snort* its not the cats fault you dont feed it dean...
Dean: It was YOUR turn to feed it Sam! I fed it last night!
Sam: No it wasnt...i fed the cat yesterday! You were out partying with your pay per view!
Dean: YOU were the one who wanted a cat. "Please Dean! It's all cold and lonely. Can't we keep it Dean? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE? It won't be a problem...I swear I'll take care of it.."
Dean: And what does it do? Sleeps in my jacket, eats the rock salt, plays with the weapons...pukes on your computer..I swear..if it pees in the Impala....I'm leaving it with Jo.
Dean: What the hell do we need a cat for anyway?!?! I'm more of a dog person anyway.
Sam: The cat was beat to shit! I just wanted to nurse it back to health! Your the one that named it Zeppelin and got attached!
Dean: I hate cats.
Sam: Dude its an animal you have to be nice to animals...
12:15 PM
Dean: YOU wanted to name it Augustus!! What kind of name is THAT?!
Sam: There was an Augustus that was very influential in history! It would have been a dignified name!
Dean: *rolls eyes* It's a pansy name.
Sam: Its a strong name!
Dean: What. Ever.
Sam: Dude shut up. I'll find a home for it tommorow.
Dean: What's STRONG is the stench coming from it's liter box.
Sam: i've changed that thing the past FIVE times
Sam: its your turn
Dean: It needs to be scooped. I bought some of that new stuff at the mini mart the other day...
Dean: No way! I cleaned the puke off the computer!
Sam: (if sam was a cat *leeks found this* http://www.dropline.net/cats/kitty/vision )
Dean: (HA HA HA)
Sam: cause it was interupting your time with the busty beauties dean... doesnt count
Dean: *glares*
Dean: That was the Trickster and you know it
Sam: SO....you've never been to that site before?
Dean: Fine. Next time it leave a hairball in your shoes..don't come cryin' to me.
Sam: i dont cry----- Okay i dont cry about HAIRBALLS ....
Dean: Dude...you cry ALL the time.
Dean: You cry at sappy movie...
Sam: Not about hairballs
Dean: You cry when ready books....
Sam: atleast i read books
Dean: You cry at nice sunsets
Sam: I DO NOT
Dean: You cry over spilt milk...
Sam: NO I DONT
Sam: you jerk your makin that up!
12:20 PM
Dean: You cry when I do this...*tackles you and sticks wet finger in ear*
Sam: DEAN GROSS!! *tears spring into eyes*
Sam: YOUR SO MEAN!
Dean: *jumps up* See?
Sam: *wipes eyes* its cause cat hair got in my eyes!
Dean: Admit it Sammy...you need to toughen up.
Sam: Dude i'm tough!
Dean: *punches you lightly on the shoulder*
Sam: *grabs his shoulder* whats that for!?
Dean: That did NOT hurt!
Dean: It was a friendly, brotherly tap!
Sam: (dean cat http://www.dropline.net/cats/kitty/tittykitty )
Sam: *hits dean on the shoulder* thats not a brotherly tap!
Dean: (Hehh heh..now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about...)
Dean: OW YOU JERK!
Dean: *tackles you and gets you in a headlock*
Sam: *headlocked* LET ME GO!!! *flails about*
Dean: *pushes face into dirty laundry*
Sam: AUGH!!! THATS NOT HEALTHY LET ME UP! ....EWWW DEAN THAT REEKS!! *struggling even more*
Dean: *lets go* Next time it'll be the liter box! Hey...where's the cat?
Dean: *sigh* Well...I guess we don't have to feed him anymore. Look...
Sam: *shoves dean away* what?
Dean: *points to cat finishing off my Chinese food*
Sam: *looks*
Sam: *SNORT* HAHAHA Karma's a BITCH dude...*pats dean on the shoulder*
Dean: I think he got tired of waiting for us
12:25 PM
Sam: *goes to wash face and ear*
Dean: Uh....I don't know if there's any clean towels left.
Dean: Housekeeping hasn't been here yet.
Sam: i'll use my shirt ....i need to wash my face...it was in YOUR dirty laundry...*mumbles some "bastards and jerks" under his breath*
Dean: I CAN STILL HEAR YOU!
Sam: yeah well your a freakin jerk
Sam: *washes face*
Dean: And you're a whiny little bitch
Sam: atleast i have good hygiene ....i dont know how the hell you get half the girls you do...
Dean: I'm clean!!!
Sam: *snort* thats a loose definition of clean
Dean: I just have a dirty mind...there's a difference.
Dean: *wicked grin*
Sam: *sighs and shakes his head, wiping his now clean face off on his shirt sleeve, and walks out of the bathroom*.... yeah dirty mind....another turn off for most chicks...
Dean: Dude...I don't SAY anything.
Dean: I"m ALWAYS polite.
Sam: Yeah yeah...
Dean: Have you ever known me to be a jerk to women?
Dean: I mean, I may be a JERK...but I'm not an ass.
Sam: *sighs*....
Dean: *looks wounded* There's a difference.
12:30 PM
Sam: Sure there is...*throws pillow*
Sam: Stop trying to use the puppy eyes
Dean: HA...that's YOUR department.
Sam: yeah so stop trying to use them against the master of puppy eye-dom

4/5/07, 1:00 PM
Dean: *shoves you off the bed*
Dean: WAKE UP SAMMY!
1:55 PM
Dean has gone offline.
4:30 PM
Sam: OUCH
The person is not currently online.
9:05 PM
Dean is now online.
Dean: Hey....
Dean:(away message) Went to get Starbuck's because I am a slave to their corporate evilness and cannot help but contribute to the downfall of society as we known it by purchasing their goods and wares. And it's tasty. And Sam wanted something called a Frappacino.
Sam: LMAO
Dean: What?!? What'd I do NOW?!
Sam: I LOVE YOUR AWAY MESSAGE
Dean: *snort*
Dean: I thought you'd appreciate it.
Dean: I'm headed out there right now.
Sam: be safe jyerk
Dean: I'll pick up your strawberry frap ya' bitch
Sam: your so considerate
Dean: I know. Non-fat, double whip, strawberry frap...
Dean: What a frou-frou drink.
Sam: what would i do with out you
Sam: DUDE ITS GOOD
Dean: Drink coffee like I do.
Sam: you should taste it some time
9:10 PM
Sam: your coffee sucks
Dean: Whatever.
Dean: I'll be back in an hour with your pink drink
Sam: thanks....i'll be workin out
Dean: *nods*
Sam: *waves* see ya
Dean: Bye!

4/8/07, 11:59 AM
Dean: poking poking poking
Dean is now online.
1:20 PM
Sam: dude hey
Dean: yo
Dean: Happy Easter and such *tosses you a chocolate egg*
Dean: Sorry...I took a bite out of it already
Sam: ...*catches and looks at the chocolate egg*.... thanks dean...so considerate
Dean: WHAT?!?! You were gone!
Dean: I got hungry!
Dean: >.>
Dean: <.<
Dean: pshaw
Dean: *grabs the rest of the egg*
Sam: HEY....
Dean: *stuffs it in mouth and chews*
Sam: .....*pout* fine...
Dean: mrphrugh??
Sam: .....dean just eat the egg...chew and swallow
Sam: dont try to talk
Dean: grsuweyhgpsiegh!
Sam: ....*gives you a look* ...i cant understand stuffed idiot
Dean: ifeauehyggpmgruCOUGHCOUGHCOUGHACK!!!
Sam: *sighs* you alive?
Dean: *spews chocolate bits* Uhhhh...sorry.
1:30 PM
Sam: ew dean thats disgusting...
Dean: *shrugs*
Sam: *throws a towel*
Dean: Thanks
Dean: hmmm...I"m hungry
Dean: and i think I need a shower
Sam: *sniffs* yeah you need a shower
Dean: That chocolate egg did NOT fill me up
Dean: *looks in your basket*
Sam: of course it didnt
Dean: Get anything else good?
Sam: ......DUDE my candy not yours.... but you can have it... cause it will go strait to your love handles and i will be the buffest brother
Sam: *CACKLES*
Dean: WHATEVER.
Sam: DUDE seriously
Dean: I DO NOT HAVE LOVE HANDLES!
Sam: *gives candy* eat up
Sam: ...not yet... heh heh heh
Dean: *looks worridly in mirror*
Sam: *pokes in the side* SEE
2:10 PM
Dean: *punches in eye*
Sam: *stumbles backward* WHAT THE HELL?!
Dean: Now you can't SEE my non-existant love handles.
Sam: *TACKLES TO THE GROUND*
Dean: *oofff*
Dean: *ish tackled*
Dean: *shoves a Peep in your ear*
Sam: i dont need to SEE them... they weigh you down and i can HEAR them JIGGLE
Sam: *PEEP'ed*
Sam: I HATE YOU
Dean: NO YOU DON'T!!! You LOVE your big brother!!!
Sam: WHAT IS WITH YOU AND THE FASCINATION WITH STICKING THINGS IN MY EAR?!
Dean: Cause I know it drives you crazy
Sam: *flustered*
Sam: *digs peep out of ear*
Dean: Ever since we were kids and you stuck that jellybean in your ear and had to go to the doctor
Dean: It's your own damn fault
Sam: i think YOU dared me
Dean: No....I dared you to stick the jellybean up your NOSE.
Sam: said it was a different way of eating!
Dean: You went for the ear all on your own
Sam: cause i wouldnt be able to breath if it went up my nose dorkus!
Dean: I said if you inhaled it enough, you could spit it out
Sam: *shakes his head* you ....i was only 6!
Dean: *ponders* At least that's what dad said....
Dean: Maybe he was talking about milk....
Sam: *gapes* YOU DIDNT EVEN KNOW IF IT WOULD ACTUALLY WORK?!
Dean: *shrugs* I dunno....I wasn't really listening...
Sam: if i had put it up my nose i could have DIED!
2:15 PM
Dean: Nah...you have two nostrils.
Sam: dude choking?
Sam: inhale it in and then it lodges in my throat
Dean: NO. You inhale it and it comes out your mouth...like hocking a lugie...
Dean: I can show you...
Dean: *goes to demonstrate*
Sam: *raises an eyebrow* hocking a luggie or jelly bean?
Dean: You want both?
Sam: *twitches* dude...your sick
Dean: *grins*
Sam: i cant believe we are related...*sighs*
Dean: Hehe heh heh
Sam: *throws a peep at your head*
Sam: Mr. Love Handles
2:20 PM
Dean: *eats the Peep* Whatever.
Sam: dude dont come whining to me when girls hug you and feel that your body is mush... and then turn to me and hug my rock hard abs and arms... they will freakin swoon man
Dean: *rolls eyes* You know I work out EVERY day...
Sam: reaching for quarters isnt a work out
Sam: neither is driving the impala
Dean: You're just jealous because I can eat WHATEVER I want...WHENEVER I want...
Dean: And not gain a pound.
Sam: dude your getting older...it will start packin on
Dean: My metabolism is just fine...
Sam: it WILL slow down *chuckles*
2:25 PM
Dean: Jeeze...dude gets laid ONCE and his ego inflates to the size of a Macy's Day float.
Sam: *...smiles, but it faulters....emo land claiming him*
Dean: It happens...
Sam: *shakes his head*

From Tricia Helfer to drawing on the Metallicar to Wet Willies

Thu, 07 Jun 2007 06:10:07 GMT

This is where we start..... i dunno being asses to each other LOL

Dean being a perv...as usual...*eye roll* the "he" who loves tricia helfer is a mutual friend of ours XD

3/17/07, 11:52 PM
Sam: DUDE he loves tricai helfer
Sam: tricia
Dean: hee hee
12:35 AM
Sam: i'll get him to watch that ep
Sam: XD
Dean: She's gonna be nekkid in PLayboy
Dean: *snort*
Sam: o.O i dont know whether to be more amused or scared that you know that
Dean: He can't watch that ep...it's all out of order!!
Dean: It's all over the SPN news!!!
Dean: It was in an interview that Jared did
Sam: well then i will tell him "YOU MUST WATCH ALL THESE AND THEN YOU MAY HAVE TRICIA"
Dean: HA HA
Dean: ok
Sam: no thats the chick that jared has smex with next week
Sam: or sam rather
Dean: http://www.tvsquad.com/2007/01/03/battlestars-tricia-helfer-will-appear-in-the-next-playboy/
Sam: okay you win
Dean: Big Brother always does Sammy...
Sam: of course you would know the links to this stuff...*rolls eyes*
Dean: *wink*
Sam: Yeah cause you always stalk hott chicks that we help out....
Dean: Why I NEVER....
Dean: Okay...maybe...
Sam: admit it ...HA
Dean: All right...
Dean: FINE.

(little while later)
Sam: >.>
Sam: <.<
Sam: you back?
7:45 PM
Sam: *starts to draw on the impala with chalk*
7:50 PM
Sam: *starts to doodle on the windows "my little brother is the coolest" and "starla was here"*
Dean: I am online, but may be away from my computer right now.
7:55 PM
Sam: *puts on the the back window "rock salt and guns are my friends"*
8:20 PM
Dean: 'allo again
Sam: *moves to the inside of the----* HI
Dean: DUDE...QUIT DRAWING ON THE CAR!!!
Sam: you wouldnt come back!
Dean: I WAS EATING!!!
Sam: U.U
Dean: you are SO dead....
Sam: HEHE
Sam: *runs*

(again a little while later talking about the jacket i just got for my cosplay)
Sam: it has a hood too thats hiddin in it in the collar
Dean: Dean's too cool for a hood...
Dean: *I* wouldn't wear a stinkin' hood!!
Sam: i wont either
Sam: i dont
Sam: >.>
Sam: <.<
Dean: ?
Sam: *grabs scissors*
Dean: GAHHH!!!
Sam: WHAT?!
Dean: NOT THE CAR NOT THE CAR NOT THE CAR!!!!
Sam: NO
Sam: FOR THE HOOD
Dean: *throws self in front of you*
Sam: DUDE thats unhealthy....*goes for your new jacket that sit has the hood in the collar*
Dean: *coughcough* what?!
Sam: *takes the jacket and snarfles the hood out of the collar and starts to cut it off*

3/26/07
Sam: Night jerk!!
Dean: Sleep tight, bitch!
Sam: you too
Dean:
Sam: ^_^
Sam: or rather ^_\\
Dean: ?!?
Sam: his hair
Dean: HA HA HA
Sam: //^_^\\
Dean: He's so emo
Sam: XD
Sam: he is
Sam: anyway
Dean: Go put on some Sarah Maclaghlin and cry yourself to sleep bitch...
Sam: DUDE SHUT Up
Dean: whoa, I butchered her name
Dean: whatever.
Sam: at least i dont watch oprah
Dean: Chicks gotta learn to stay the hell away from you man...
Dean: You are like the kiss of DEATH
Sam: -_\\
Sam: thanks for being supportive
Dean: No problem. It's my job
Sam: /=_\\
12:50 AM
Sam: *goes full on emo* //_\\
Dean: *hands you some more emo rock and some black nail polish*
Sam: i only painted my nails black once!
Sam: and it was a dare
Dean: *rolls eyes*
Sam: thought you were going to sleep deana
Sam: *doodles on the impala with chalk "starla was here"*
Dean: I am SAMUEL.
Dean: *gives you glare of death*
Sam: *is fiven the glare of death*
Sam: *given too
Sam: *fails*
Sam: me sleep now...single tear boy
Dean: *gasp*
Dean: You wound me.
Sam: i know i do jyerk
Dean: Learn to spell, Black Widow.
Sam: it how i say it Je-yerk
Sam: and sarah lived!
Dean: Oh. It confused me, what with your stellar typing skills
Dean: As far as you KNOW
Sam: atleast i can use a computer correctly
Dean: This computer is just fine...
Sam: sure it is
Sam: its probably falling apart
Sam: or just got a virus from bustyasianbueaties.com
Dean: *glares*
Sam: *flicks a piece of paper at you*
Sam: sleep is calling
Dean: asssss...the [person sam doesnt like] misses yoooooooooou
Sam: i cant banter with you all night
12:55 AM
Dean: Cause you know I will win
Sam: ha that person
Sam: i can beat you in rock paper scissors
Sam: everytime since i was 5
Dean: It's all good...cause afterwards...I'll just beat you.
Sam: huh
Sam: yeah
Dean: *poses*
Sam: *still stands taller than you*
Dean: You're freakishly tall...
Sam: your just jealous
Dean: Whatever. I'm NORMAL height
Sam: I'm superior ...the human race is getting taller each generation....
Dean: You are a walking encyclopedia of WEIRD
Sam: and you know you couldnt get by with out me
Dean: It's true
Dean: Ok...I got some Pay Per View and Magic Fingers callin' my name...*steals some quarters* Later Dude
1:00 AM
Sam: you and your sick habits
Sam: *wanders to bed*
Dean has gone offline.

4/2/07, 1:30 AM
Dean: *flops*
Dean: TOO much pay per view.
Dean: I'm headed to bed.
Dean: Catching some zzzz's before heading out again.
Sam: ran out of quarters?
Dean: yep
Dean: Stupid bed
Sam: dude you need to seriously get out of that habit
Dean: WHAT?! It's perfectly healthy
Sam: *patpat*
Sam: you best be glad your brother is a geek
Dean: HA HA
Sam: admire his skillz dont diss them
Sam: your growing wiser in your old age bro
Dean: I've always been wise...I just find it's a waste of my time.
Dean: Wait. That came out wrong.
Sam: HA....yeah you would say that...
Dean: Scratch that
Dean: Ok...Big Brother needs some sleep.
Sam: okays
Dean: Don't go gettin' posessed or anything while I'm gone
Sam: *puppy eyes*...
Dean: KNOCK IT OFF
Sam: *PUPPY EYES*
Dean: *Dean glare*
Sam: *PUPPY EYES ALWAYS WINS LIKE ROCK IN RPS*
Dean: DO OVER!
Sam: your still gonna choose scissors
Sam: U.U
Sam: and i'll still win
Sam: *grins*
Dean: *licks finger*
Dean: *hovers above you*
Sam: .....you better not come near my ear
Dean: *whistles innocently*
Sam: *puts arms up defensively*
1:40 AM
Dean: *tackles you and sticks finger in your ear*
Sam: AH!! GROSS DEAN! *flails*
Dean: HA HA HA HA!!!! *jumps up, grabs keys and runs out the door*
Dean: BYeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Sam: YOU JERK!
Sam: bye....*cleans out ear*
Dean: Sweet dreams, bitchhhhhhhhhh!
Sam: yeah yeah you too
Dean: heh.
Dean: NIght!
Sam: nighters!

Sam is thrown off a horse and Dean is Mr. Sensitive.. tch..riiiight

Thu, 07 Jun 2007 05:47:02 GMT

So YAY for another convo. *snort* this is out of order but i suppose it doesnt matter.

Situation: Sam (me) just fell off my horse and had to go to the emergency room. Finding out that nothing was wrong just bruising, headaches, and scrapes...nothin broken just gonna be sore as hell for the next few days. SO i had a journal entry explaining what happened and everything and like a BAJILLION people commented asking if i was okay and feel better! and all that good happy stuff...and then my dear sibling came along...

Dean: Dude...if you hadn't fallen off the horse, I would've pushed you. I TOLD you cars were safer than animals. *ponders* Then again...nevermind. *punches you in the arm* How's THAT feel?!

Sam: dude you think cars are safer than EVERYTHING ... *punched in the arm* AH-ugh....jyerk...

Dean: They ARE safer than everything. Especially PLANES. But not CLOWNS. Eeeeeevil, white-faced-lurking-in-your-closet-or-un

der-your-bed-red-lipstick-wearing-crazy-ass-orange-hair-having BASTARDS. NOTHING is safe from clowns. Biiiii-atch. How's that arm? *pokes it with gun*

Sam: OMG I HATE YOU!!!! *arms cringes from pain* I WILL DRAG YOU ON A PLANE AND TELL THE PILOT TO GIVE YOU THE RIDE OF YOUR LIFE YOU JERK! *FLAILS* *takes the gun to bed and if the clown comes out he's going to get blasted*

Dean: You are SUCH a wuss. And gimmie back my gun, you ass-clown. *points to icon* THAT one is yours; the Beretta M92F...You KNOW mine is the Colt 1911 with the pearl grips. Hand it over.

Sam: and you say IM the geek... mister "let me tell you what i know about every gun known to man" ....*sighs* i wonder some times how you manage to get laid so much.... you must get by with looks alone... cause personality is really lacking... *smug puppy face*

Dean: A least I can tell MY gun from YOURS, you bonehead. It's a wonder you even know which END of your gun to hold, for all the use it's ever gotten. Don't hate the Player...hate the game. *grins*

Sam: okay dude that was LOW i had the same training as YOU! Its not my fault that i got all the smarts of the family...and you were left with ....what were you left with?

Dean: HA. You did not get all the SMARTS. You got all the OPPORTUNITY. There's a difference. Look it up, College Boy. I was left with good looks, charm, personality, a sense of humor and a kick-ass car. You, on the other hand, got emo!hair, bitch!face and a dead girlfriend.

Sam: ......you are impossible *huffs* btw ....no more laptop for you... youkeep breaking it with your trojans....

Dean: I'm breaking the laptop with condoms? *is confused* Sam? Saaaaam? SAMMY@!!!!

Sam: *dead panned* yes dean... with your condoms....*rolls eyes*

Dean: *shakes head* Dude. You seriously need to think about getting a new computer then. That or a warranty or something. BTW...is there any pie left?

Sam: .... if not YOUR getting me a new computer...and no there is no pie... there never was pie and you will never have pie again...XP

Dean: I beg to differ. *points to icon (picture of sammy with "pie bitch" as the caption)* Go now. Shoo shoo....

Sam: yer such a JYERK! i swear i'm going to spork you in your sleep one of these days

Dean: I don't care...as long as there's PIE on the spork.

Sam: there wont be.... just a spork to the head...*glare with grin*

Dean: You WISH you were fast enough to spork me in the head. Try it and you'll be breathin' out of your ears for a week. *glares* Now...about that pie?

Sam: dude i swear your obsession with pie is unhealthy... hell look where it made me end up the last time... abducted... and later on STABBED TO DEATH! which by the way... SUCKED ASS!

Woo First Convo Entry!

Wed, 06 Jun 2007 18:53:44 GMT

This is where it all started, well sorta we acted like this before but it's official when we got the names. I got a Sammy AIM name and then Dean got him one, and I greeted him *snort*. The only thing about the conversations, is that they have been edited to protect the "innocent" heh heh heh. ENJOY! Oh and you can totally see how random our character slipping in and out is... BUT it is funny to imagine some of the stuff that we say out of character haha *snicker*

AIM IM with Dean.
1/28/07, 1:48 PM
Sam: Hey Deano! XD
1:50 PM
Dean: you keep calling me that, and i'm going to sic [person in which sam does not like] on you.
Sam: OH GAWD
Sam: Sorry dean...
Dean: Right SAMMY
Sam: plleeease dont... not them!! *massages your feet*
Dean: LOL
Dean: ew.
Dean: Get off me!
Sam: GAWD DEAN YOUR FEET! Have you ever heard of WASHING THEM after being in your stinky smelly boots?!.... *goes to wash hands*....
Dean: YOU were the one who touched em'...
Sam: i cant believe i couldnt SMELL them....oh wait...*sniffs air* I CAN ...digusting.... you must have stepped in ghost shit or something ...*throws bar of soap at ya*
1:55 PM
Dean: so...i'm suposeed to be at work right now
Sam: oops
Dean: well, no...I went.
Dean: But then I asked to leave early to drive to [place]
Dean: I ended up not having to go, even though I asked to leave early BECUSE of the weather
Sam: @_@
Dean: We're getting like 3-6 inches of snow
Sam: DOOD I WANT SNOW *paws at it*
Dean: YOU are an insane Texas freak.
Sam: *Shrugs*
Sam: reason number three i wanna go to canada
Sam: SNOOOOOOOOOW
Sam: *twirls around in it*
Sam: *flops in it*
Sam: *rolls around*

This one I just find amusing because we were talking about how its hard to make graphics with spn screencaps because of the lighting. So we were debating on whose fault it was... and it morphed into this....(notice its a bit late at night, even though thats not an excuse haha)
2/27/07
Sam: i think its more of the lighting guys fault
Sam: or lack of lighting guy
3:25 AM
Dean: FILM IN THE DARK!!!
Sam: LOL
Sam: jensen: sam... i cant ...i would rather die *speaks to lamp shade passionatly*
Dean: lol
Sam: jared: no...you'll live... you'll live to regret this *WHACKS CAMERA*
Dean: Sam: Uh...dude...I'm over here"
Sam: director:......you'd think we would invest in night vision
Dean: Jared: *starts jumping up and down*
Dean: Jensen: I could carry glo-sticks...
Dean: Jared: I could give him a stool to stand on.
Sam: jensen:....i'm not short!
Dean: Jared: I know, i know...you're vertically challenged.
Sam: jensen: your just freakishly tall, you yeti
Dean: Jared: And yet in every picture we take you're always trying to climb me, why is that?
Sam: jensen: oh do that great impression that you do *does the excited smart ass hand gesture and facial expresion*
Sam: jensen: yeah thats it Chewbacca!
Sam: jensen: he's a natural! *acts like proud parent*... thats it wait till he eats....then you get the chewbacca gurgling speech that he does...
Dean: HA HA
3:30 AM
Sam: jensen: even has the puppy eyes..... he's a kind chewy
Sam: jensen: *pokes jared*
Dean: ow.
Sam: hahaha

Okay so i had been editing a music video, and waiting for dean to sign on....totally not stalking my buddy list...hehe

3/12/07, 7:23 PM
Dean: hee hee
Sam: its STILL not done
Dean: i KNEW you were waiting to send that
Sam: LOL
Sam: i'm kind of stuck
Dean: awwwwww
Dean: >.>
Sam: *flops*
Dean: <.<
Sam: <.<
Sam: >.>
Dean: Aaaaaaand?
Dean: >.>
Dean: <.<
Sam: annnnndddd?.......
Dean: you want some help?
Sam: i knew you would know what to do
Dean: BWAHAHAHAHAHA
Sam: *shuffles feet, kicks dirt*
Dean: You crack me up
Dean: *ruffles your hair*
Sam: *hair ruffled*
Sam: *thwaps hand away* dude...
Dean: That's my Sammy....
Sam: U.U

So that's it for now! I'll see what my partner in crime thinks about it and then maybe they can post some XD She has a better knack for comedy i think... Yeah... shes snarkier ...

BTW the conversations do get more funny as we slip more and more into character. These were really the first few... i think we really embrace it in the later conversations LOL

Ladee da dee daaaaa

Sun, 03 Jun 2007 06:21:28 GMT

First post and... bah i dunno what to say... just got the banner up...thank you Tree for doing it for me, because livejournal is being a bastard.... anyway... ramble ramble ramble.... Hopefully i'll get some convos up soon ...prolly tomorow *Cackle*

BTW feel better Deano....and if you dont like the banner i'll um do something to it .... i dunno what but we could figure somethin out XD

okay sleep time