During the postmeridian hours of August 22, 2006, I was required to assist my friend, Joanna, in selecting a cellular phone. The supposed landmark was the Cingular store, but resulted towards the entrance of Pizza Boy. Here is the conversation... -Maikeru: I didn’t see you outside the Cingular store.:? -Joanna: You just haven’t been looking.:| -Maikeru: Okay, you sound as though you're a scarlet woman.:P -Joanna: Shut up…:| -Maikeru: Well, you do…:lol: -Joanna: Okay fine, happy now?:| -Maikeru: I’m quite jubilant now, thank you very much.:lol: -Joanna: Why do you always have to sound like a nerd?:? -Maikeru: How am I “sounding” like a nerd?:? -Joanna: Your use of language…:| -Maikeru: It’s quite horrible, how atrocious your vocabulary is…:lol: -Joanna: Okay, I win. What do you dislike?:| -Maikeru: *sighs* Um, I loathe the genetic underclass, the ghetto ones, of course…:) -Joanna: Um, I didn’t get any of that.:? -Maikeru: *sighs* I loathe impecunious people who are ghetto.:| -Joanna: Okay then…:| -Maikeru: You didn’t perceive any of that, did you?:? -Joanna: No.:| -Maikeru: My mask of sanity is slowly fading away, thanks to you.:cry: -Joanna: Whatever…so what do you want to do now?:? -Maikeru: What do you mean? I was supposed to assist you in selecting a cellular phone.:| -Joanna: You mean cell phone.:| -Maikeru: Same ****!:evil: -Joanna: Let’s go then.:) -Maikeru: About ******* time, woman.:evil: -Joanna: You’re so adorable when you’re irate.:P -Maikeru: You’re kidding…:| NOTE: This was a friendly conversation.