I'm baking brownies.

[Ishcabittle]

I wish they were "special," but alas, they are regular. Although the house does smell good.

Taxi-cabs are pretty cool, I guess. Get you places.

We need rugs in the living room.

 

[Harkley]

Are they regular ones with MUSHROOMS in them?

 

[Ishcabittle]

NO, BUT THEY ARE READY!!!!

BRB!

 

[Ishcabittle]

Ok, five more minutes.

 

[Ishcabittle]

Then I'll be noshing of some fucking COOKIES!

FUCK, I MEAN, BROWNIES!

 

[Dr Dave]

Make sure Harkley gets some, or he may have a fit

 

[Ishcabittle]

They're cooling now... chocolate brownies with walnuts and choco-chips, yum!

Harkley, have as many as your stomach can handle, in fact, everyone gather around your computer screens and read about how I've made brownies!

 

[missmanners]

share
now
or else!

mm

 

[Eggs Mayonnaise]

Taxicabs are the reason I'm still alive after living north of Harlem for five years.

 

[CaptainWacky]

Is this is all a metaphor for something else?