Coop: Awww it will or else coop will have to take care of it *gets in her car and takes her gun with her* Mmmmmm, What you say? *pulls trigger* Yes, it's a wonder neither one of us are in jail. I'm I'm going down I'm taking you down with me! you and your third nipple!
Sum: What? I don't have a third nipple. Good grief. I'm Sum, not Chandler. lol. And you're out of your mind.
Coop: lol. Ohhh that makes sense. But I'm Pheebs too. And we can sing Lionel....Endless Loooooooooooooooove.
Sum: Yeah, and I'm either Joey or Rach. Leaning more towards Joey, b/c I always start off all my emails to my Allikin's this way..."How you doin'?' ;)
Coop: I'm doin fine baby how you doin? *giggles* *growls*
Sum: *does that Joey look and then smiles*
Coop: *blushes* You know, if we were in prision you would be my bitch. *pinches your ear* Don't come cryin to me when you have to play bad bad Leroy Brown. Ohh fine!!! Take his side.
Sum: You're not suggesting we go to prison now, are you? ;)
Coop: lol. Well, yes but then we would never survive. You without your jimmy chooes and me without me love, me vodka bottle.
Sum: Hey! Speak for yourself, I know peeps. Or um, now wait...they climbed over a bfw at the end of *that* season. lol. Never mind them, um yeah...we're screwed. Hahaha.
Coop: lol. I can just see it now. *punches* I had to *punch* leave *kicks* MY *kicks and punches* Jimmy Chooes *leaps on me and tackles me to the floor of the jail cell* As I sit there with my bruises and looking at the bars with a look that just screams I WANT MY FLASK!!!! *pouts*
Sum: Oh hey wait, you *did* drop the fun flask in all that commotion, didn't you? *glares*
Coop: Yes! I know! I had to. It was either that or this one pair of Jimmys I got for you. I knew you would kill me if I didn't stash them somewhere. *looks*
Sum: Aw, Coop. You got us locked up, scraped up, almost screwed to the wall covered in large bumpy things and dark bruises that no make-up in the world could cover no matter how expensive it was, and you *still* managed to stash my Jimmy Chooes. *hugs and makes that "aw Coop" Sum face* You're the bestest. lol.
Coop: lol. Awww, well you know thats what all the boys say *blushes and giggles*
Sum: *snorts* But, I'm not just any *dumb* boy, Coop. I'm your BFF. *punches shoulder*
Coop: Aww this be true *hugs* I say we sneak out of here and pull a Thelma and Louise? *wiggles eyebrows* And then we can say we went crazy because of your rage blackouts.
Sum: You're not suggesting a prison break, are you? *waggles eyebrows and grins*
Coop: Of course, Sum! Come on what do we have to lose besides our lives I'm dead anyway. lol.
Sum: And apparently crazy, too.
Coop: lol. Of course, duh it happened right after my first boyfriend who I lost my virginity too slept with my mom. At least julie cooper didn't die and then BAM a few years later I have another mom that comes back. I have a new couple. lol.
Sum: Dude, you lead some interesting life. And did I just say "dude?" Oh my god. Let's just pretend that never happened, m'kay.
Coop: lol. You did just say dude. You said dude?! *giggles*
Sum: No. No. Coop, you don't get to hold this over me for the rest of my life. Um, just no. *gives hard look*
Coop: Yeah, okay. You said dude. You said dude! *giggles* *dances* You said dude! You said dude *sticks out tounge*
Sum: No, I *smack* did not *hit* say *kick* dude, *punches arm* okay. *bops the top of your head* Got it? *gives her best almost rage blackout glare*
Coop: *cries as she sobs onto the side of the room* Yes I got it. Its crystal clear. *takes a swig of her vodka bottle* Hit me with a song!
Sum: Yeah, yeah. Get over it, Coop. I didn't hit you *that* hard. Well, not as hard as I hit Cohen that one, oh wait...all the time. *eyes that vodka bottle and arches eyebrow* Um, Coop...what did we say about the booze? And um...song, *rolls eyes and laughs dryly* since when did you go all Fulsom Prison Blues, on me?!?!.
Coop: Get rythum when you get the blues come on Sum get rythum. What you get your jimmy chooes!
Sum: Right, and you expect me to believe that you've all of a sudden developed this sudden urge to covet the man in black, huh? Don't think so, it ain't workin', because I grew up with ya. Ya know. *laughs* Seriously, Johnny Cash!? Wow.
Coop: Hey! I like Punk I can do Johnny. Wait I can't he's dead. lol.
Sum: Ew, Coop. Necrophilia? Srsly? Come on.
Coop: lol. You are so silly, Sum.
Sum: I think we need to let ol' Johnny boy rest in peace, okay.
Coop: Alright. But I can go after Trey.
Sum: Yeah, you can have Trey. Um, didn't he try to like attack you once or something? Wow, Coop. Strange little things turn you on, apparently.
Coop: Yes of course. He did but I forgave him and he ran off like a itch on a bus. Maybe its a chino-cohen thing
Sum: Hey, there is *NO* Cohen thing in that for you. I *thought* we had this disucssion already. *glares*