I found some chats. Chat-room chats, not French kittens. I am literally weeping right now.
[Swell] Hi EP!
[EP] ........
[EP] Hi.... Swell.... lol
[Swell] We're... yeah.
[Hot] Hi, I'm Hot
[EP] Ok, Random is Swell, and Hot is.... ?
[EP] Mandy?
[Swell] Good call.
[EP] Oh well, Hi Hot, Swell, and Erik!
[Hot] Yeah
[Swell] Hot, Swell, and Erik!
[Swell] lol
[EP]
[EP] Sounds like a strange band or something....
[Swell] ..or something.
[EP] I think we'll just leave that "something" undefined.....
[Swell] Yes, lets.
And a little later, it devolved into this:
Hot is known as Mandy
Swell is known as Fred
[EP] lol
[Fred] ...what?
[Fred] Did I do something funny?
[EP] I dunno.
[Fred]
[EP]
EP is known as George
[George] Heh.... ok, I won't do that.
George is known as EP
Mandy is known as Harold
[EP] Or.... *shrug*
EP is known as Bob
[Harold] What's hanging guys?
[Bob] Nothing much.....
[Fred] Drinkin' beer.
[Bob] *burps*
[Fred] Watchin' Nascar.
[Harold] ::scratches::
[Fred] *roars* NAAAASCAAAAAARRR!!!
[Fred] Heh, you know what's funny about NASCAR?
[Bob] *roars something unintelligible*
[Fred] It has "car" in it... and its ABOUT cars.
Fred laughs.
Fred laughs some more.
Fred laughs some more.
[Bob] Man, that's great! *slaps him on back and belches again*
Harold scratches and laughs
Fred chokes on his chewing tobacco.
Harold tries to pull up his underwear in the back
[Fred] So, is Bill coming over?
Bob spits on the floor.
[Fred] Or Tom?
Fred spits on the spit.
[Harold] I don' know, haven' seen him around lately
[Fred] Ha!
Bob spits on the spit on the spit.
[Harold] Hey didja eat yet?
[Bob] I can spit better than you!
Fred adds to the small pile of spit on the floor.
[Fred] No, ain't ate nuthin.
[Fred] Know what sounds good? Pork cracklin's!
[Harold] Ya wanta?
Bob demonstrates his spitn' skills.
[Fred] Pork rinds!
[Erik] Good lord. I just walked into Kansas..
[Bob] Pork!
[Fred] Pork pork!
[Bob] lol
Fred slaps Erik on the back.
[Fred] Yo.
[Harold] Aight, get in the truck, we goin' to the Piggly Wiggly
[Erik] East Side Kansas.
Fred spits on the floor a little more.
Harold looks at Erik and scratches
[Fred] Piggly Wiggly got a niiiiice deal on calf heads.
[Harold] And pigs feet, damn they's got some good pigs feet
[Fred] Dang, those pigs feet! Kept me awake all night!
[Fred] Probably shouldn't have eaten them when they're six months old.
[Harold] Kept ya tootin
[Fred] Kept me somethin'.
[Bob] Six months? That's nothin, those babies are good for a year.... I know....
[Fred] I had some buried for a while but I think the dog ate them.
[Fred] You know, the dog that keeled over and died one day?
[Harold] Aaah! I once ate some pickled eggs two years old! You boys'll be fine!
[Fred] Dunno, ma stomach's kind of squidgy.
Harold lights up a petered out cigar and chews on the end
Fred scratches.
[Bob] Well, go outside if ya need to.... toilet's backed up again....
[Harold] They's some bushes out back
[Fred] Can I borrow your telephone book?
[Fred] The pages are pretty soft on that.
[Harold] But be careful, I dropped the mutha load down dere earlier
[Harold] ((is dying))
[Fred] Harold, you been eatin' okra again? You know it don't agree with you!
[Bob] ((Is giggling uncontrolably))
[Fred] Hey boys. Hey boys.... lissen to me....
[Fred] Okra...Winfrey.
[Harold] Yeah, could tell, could ya? Dere was some corn in dere too. I don't remember eating no corn
Fred slaps his knee and chortles.
[Fred] Okra Winfrey!
Bob laughs and belches at the same time.
Harold guffaws and spits up some cigar
[Fred] Okra Winfrey!
[Erik] ...
[Fred] Okra Winfrey!
Fred belches.
[Harold] Aight, Fred, now it ain't funny no more
[Bob] Okra....! *guffaws and belches*
[Bob] It ain't?