you can't see it, but...

amy: you can't see it, but right now, i am doing a triumphant victory dance
amy: with your mom

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andy: i rock old skool.
amy: old skool would be a spork
andy: if you're stabbing yourself in the eye, you aren't going for the"feel good" method.

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amy: you know, i keep mentioning to [coworker] that when something is broken, that makes me a sad panda.
amy: but come to think of it, i don't think he gets the reference.
amy: and probably thinks i'm just crazy.
andy: all pandas are sad, and he knows it.
andy: what you don't know is that they're all sad because [coworker] is trying to kill them.
andy: he pretends ignorance to shield you from the awful truth.
amy: :-O

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andy: is there a word for having several extended metaphors going in different IM windows, and losing track?
andy: there should be.
amy: what was that, about your contribution to the english language and kilowords?
andy: well, i'm not going to invent a new word if there's already a perfectly cromulent one.
amy: i'm afraid to think about what your other extended metaphors are.
andy: just remember that i'm a duke in the land of metaphors.
amy: i bet that just gets you laid all the time.
andy: strangely, not as often as one would expect.

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amy: U LOSE!
andy: i fucking win.
andy: by adding "fucking", it becomes indisputable.
andy: like your mom
amy: i honestly can't argue with that.
andy: i like that sentence. it is fun to parse.