Okay. Here goes nothing.

[dizmo]

The desperatefans typists (or at least the ones that go into the chat).. are.. starting spam threads.

Here's mine. Anyone (DF member or not. I mean.. popslashers are nuts too!), feel free to comment-spam me like crazy. DF-ers... feel free to use your puppets.

I will leave e-mail notifications on. This... should be a trip.

Comments

[stillastallion.livejournal.com]

Well, heya! It's nice t'meet you! Man, I'm meeting so many interestin' people tonight. Would you like some waffles? I'mma gonna go make 'em in a couple of minutes. People 'round here seem awfully hungry. My typist girl says it's 'cause they never want t'leave the computer thingamabob. Well, that's understandable, I s'pose. Anyways, want a waffle? Game o'Parcheesi? Want me t'sing you a song? *bright grin*

[dizmo]

Oo! Waffles! With syrup? I'm all about that! And sing whateeever you want!

[stillastallion.livejournal.com]

*hands Erin a plate of waffles, and sings whatever song comes to mind first*

... SING US A SONG, YOU'RE THE PIANO MAN. SIIIING US A SONG TONIIIIIGHT, WELL WE'RE ALLLL IN THE MOOD FOR A MELODYYYYY -- YOU'VE GOT US FEELING ALRIIIGHT! *is rather out of tune and painfully loud, ect, ect*

*bows*

[dizmo]

*eats waffles, pretends to enjoy singing, applauds*