Post by Logan on Nov 6, 2009 23:21:20 GMT -5
Joe Smith: Swine Flu?
Logan: I’m not sure.
Joe Smith: Either way, you should still get the shots just to be safe.
Logan: You do realize that’s a scam, right?
Joe Smith: Flu shots?
Logan: Yes.
Joe Smith: What makes you believe that a vaccine is a scam?
Logan: The vaccine gives you the flu. It’s a small dose of the sickness, but, you get it nonetheless.
Joe Smith: I’m not following.
Logan: You pay to get sick. And even after you recover from the shot you’ll still likely to pick up the flu.
Joe Smith: What?
Logan: Eh, it’s a scam! Leave it at that.
Joe Smith: So, you aren’t getting the shots?
Logan: Does it look like I’m getting shots?
Joe Smith: You should take it easy with that cough medicine, man. That stuff can ruin your liver.
Logan: My liver is protected by a plastic capsule.
Joe Smith: Smartass. Hey! Stop!
Logan: ..yummy.
Joe Smith: Oh, great.. that’s just.. great.
Logan: I might need some water, this stuff is thick.
Joe Smith: You might need to get your stomach pumped, you just downed the whole bottle.
Logan: Meh, I’ve drank worse.
Joe Smith: …
Logan: It’s not like booze. This stuff actually benefits you, see?
Joe Smith: Eh, yeah.. I guess. You haven’t coughed in a few minutes.
Logan: M’hm. And in about ten minutes I’ll be curled up under the table with a thumb in my mouth.
Joe Smith: Hopefully you’ll get well before Monday.
Logan: Heh. It wouldn’t be the first time I chugged a bottle of cough medicine before a match.
Joe Smith: …
Logan: What? When you’re sick, you’re sick. Can you help it?
Joe Smith: No..?
Logan: No. I can. What else I can help, is the masters of illusion. The ones who try to decorate the scenery with pictures in an attempt to trick the viewers eyes into thinking you’re getting more than what is actually there.
Joe Smith: Hardaway?
Logan: I am not fooled.
Joe Smith: Really?
Logan: Really. It’s a cheap tactic.
Joe Smith: Oh, God, no more, Logan..
Logan: Yes, more.
Joe Smith: You aren’t goin’ wake up for days.
Logan: If I don’t, roll me once every three hours.
Joe Smith: Why?
Logan: I might get bed sores.
Joe Smith: Good thinking.
Logan: Don’t credit me, it’s the Tylenol talking.
Joe Smith: Shouldn’t you be using the measuring cup instead of drinking from the bottle?
Logan: It looks cooler when I chug right from the bottle. Plus, I’m trying to down it in—
Joe Smith: Jesus..
Logan: ---in one shot. Yum.
Joe Smith: I’m not driving you to the hospital, or even calling an ambulance. You brought this on yourself. I’ll fuckin’ leave you here passed out on the booth.
Logan: Could you at least, maybe, leave a pillow?
Joe Smith: No.
Logan: What if this was a part of my training?
Joe Smith: You’re training with cough medicine, not dumbbells.
Logan: Wrong-picture-for-extra-promo-length-purposes.
Joe Smith: Indeed.
Logan: Well, it’s there… too late, can’t change it now.
Joe Smith: A done deal, yes. But, wait, how do you figure you’re training by chugging bottles of cough juice?
Logan: I’m surpassing a cough. I’d rather be drowsy all the time than coughing.
Joe Smith: That’s not exactly a good idea with a title defense coming up.
Logan: Have you got any better?
Joe Smith: Well, you could drink Sunny D.
Logan: That stuff sucks. I want orange juice with pulp, fuck Sunny D.
Joe Smith: Well it’s a lot cheaper form of the same calcium intake.
Logan: I make good money. I don’t own a Food Lion MVP card. When I want calcium, I’m not settling for preschool Sunny D.
Joe Smith: Suit yourself, bastard.
Logan: M’m.. I could go for some.. cherries—porkchop—zzzzZZZZZzzzz.
Logan: I’m not sure.
Joe Smith: Either way, you should still get the shots just to be safe.
Logan: You do realize that’s a scam, right?
Joe Smith: Flu shots?
Logan: Yes.
Joe Smith: What makes you believe that a vaccine is a scam?
Logan: The vaccine gives you the flu. It’s a small dose of the sickness, but, you get it nonetheless.
Joe Smith: I’m not following.
Logan: You pay to get sick. And even after you recover from the shot you’ll still likely to pick up the flu.
Joe Smith: What?
Logan: Eh, it’s a scam! Leave it at that.
Joe Smith: So, you aren’t getting the shots?
Logan: Does it look like I’m getting shots?
Joe Smith: You should take it easy with that cough medicine, man. That stuff can ruin your liver.
Logan: My liver is protected by a plastic capsule.
Joe Smith: Smartass. Hey! Stop!
Logan: ..yummy.
Joe Smith: Oh, great.. that’s just.. great.
Logan: I might need some water, this stuff is thick.
Joe Smith: You might need to get your stomach pumped, you just downed the whole bottle.
Logan: Meh, I’ve drank worse.
Joe Smith: …
Logan: It’s not like booze. This stuff actually benefits you, see?
Joe Smith: Eh, yeah.. I guess. You haven’t coughed in a few minutes.
Logan: M’hm. And in about ten minutes I’ll be curled up under the table with a thumb in my mouth.
Joe Smith: Hopefully you’ll get well before Monday.
Logan: Heh. It wouldn’t be the first time I chugged a bottle of cough medicine before a match.
Joe Smith: …
Logan: What? When you’re sick, you’re sick. Can you help it?
Joe Smith: No..?
Logan: No. I can. What else I can help, is the masters of illusion. The ones who try to decorate the scenery with pictures in an attempt to trick the viewers eyes into thinking you’re getting more than what is actually there.
Joe Smith: Hardaway?
Logan: I am not fooled.
Joe Smith: Really?
Logan: Really. It’s a cheap tactic.
Joe Smith: Oh, God, no more, Logan..
Logan: Yes, more.
Joe Smith: You aren’t goin’ wake up for days.
Logan: If I don’t, roll me once every three hours.
Joe Smith: Why?
Logan: I might get bed sores.
Joe Smith: Good thinking.
Logan: Don’t credit me, it’s the Tylenol talking.
Joe Smith: Shouldn’t you be using the measuring cup instead of drinking from the bottle?
Logan: It looks cooler when I chug right from the bottle. Plus, I’m trying to down it in—
Joe Smith: Jesus..
Logan: ---in one shot. Yum.
Joe Smith: I’m not driving you to the hospital, or even calling an ambulance. You brought this on yourself. I’ll fuckin’ leave you here passed out on the booth.
Logan: Could you at least, maybe, leave a pillow?
Joe Smith: No.
Logan: What if this was a part of my training?
Joe Smith: You’re training with cough medicine, not dumbbells.
Logan: Wrong-picture-for-extra-promo-length-purposes.
Joe Smith: Indeed.
Logan: Well, it’s there… too late, can’t change it now.
Joe Smith: A done deal, yes. But, wait, how do you figure you’re training by chugging bottles of cough juice?
Logan: I’m surpassing a cough. I’d rather be drowsy all the time than coughing.
Joe Smith: That’s not exactly a good idea with a title defense coming up.
Logan: Have you got any better?
Joe Smith: Well, you could drink Sunny D.
Logan: That stuff sucks. I want orange juice with pulp, fuck Sunny D.
Joe Smith: Well it’s a lot cheaper form of the same calcium intake.
Logan: I make good money. I don’t own a Food Lion MVP card. When I want calcium, I’m not settling for preschool Sunny D.
Joe Smith: Suit yourself, bastard.
Logan: M’m.. I could go for some.. cherries—porkchop—zzzzZZZZZzzzz.
