The Ballyfermot Blogger

Imagine a real world phone texting battle, a live and instant message jousting of simple message system network jiggery pokery, that are metaphors of real world  juggling of verbal lance bombshells, made of tossed Titanic icebergs, like Cold War nukes, in a playground of jovial camaraderie with undertows and riptides laden with cowpat landmines, ready to give you a new brown spray on beardy. So just imagine the following conversation happened, between two friends, names withheld, a certain *Billip* and *Timmy* and Billips incidental girlfriend *Dollaritis* all characters are fictional and any resemblance to people living or dead is purley coincidental and that it happened tonight is not to be mentioned at all

Timmy:You and your bloody blogsite i tried to become a member and it kept on asking me for numbers..
Billip:Type out numbers? Sound very advanced to me. Better stick on your calculating face, you know, the one you wear when you pretend to know but the serious look doesn’t make sense to anybody or phone a friend…
Timmy:  Okay you asked for it get ready for hurricane Dollaritis and don’t come crying to me when she cuts your *town halls* off…
Billip: What *town halls*. you mean the ones she mailed back to me in an envelope last week
Timmy: That’s right and now she’ll make you eat them…
Billip: I thought they were pancakes I had, but they were very salty…
Timmy: Ha Ha look Billip if you ever hope to have a chance of joining the oder alliance you need to stand up to her just put her in her place once and shell know who is boss…
Billip: Yes i would gladly join the oder alliance but i wash on a regular basis…
Timmy: Sorry men’s alliance and do not give cheek to the “President for life of the men’s alliance” You need all the friends you can get…
Billip: Self appointed no doubt by a vast majority of one, like Napoleon, crowned yourself King…
Timmy: So ! What are you King of ? Your castle ? from what I hear you will be unseated very shortly hope you have your sleeping bag handy…
Billip: I pity the fool…
Timmy: Dont look in the mirror then…
Billip: I’m deposing myself then? Righty ho…
Timmy:  Ha Ha talk to you tomorrow…
Billip: Goodnight Timmy…
Timmy: Its not Timmy…
Billip: Yeah, I was thinking it was strange that you were actually making sense and weren’t asking for half my lunch.

Well its a close one but i think Billip won that won by knockout in the ninth round, what say yea all. Isn’t the real world banter of faceless conversation brilliant, if only it where real and you could figure out who the main players were, eh?

No, but wait what’s this, the crafty fox Timmy was playing dead, had a sleep on it and began to chomp at the bit (normal for him) first thing this morning, horray!
Timmy: As regards the lunch I dont wish to complain but lunch has been getting smaller lately ! …
Billip: One of us must be getting hungrier so…
Timmy: I know I am…
Billip: That makes the one of us so…
Timmy: Look be a man tell her more lunch or I will not allow her to have her way with my body any more. So the message is no lunch for me no nooky for her…
Billip: Yeah her way with your body includes filling your sambo’s with gollier’s and hairs. I guess you a sadist if you want more…
Timmy: Will you help me setup my blog today or are you in class…
Billip: Aren’t you supposed to be working ? …
Timmy: Sh an sin work alrEady and i better win that lap top or you will be sorry..
Billip: Sh an sin work alrEady? Well at least you know how to spell work, but how to put it in context was always difficult for you I know…
Timmy: (strangely slient)

Well well a vicious and unexpected counter attack from the King there which had Billip on the ropes for a moment, but the box cleaver Billip had deft counters at the ready for everything that was thrown at him. So there is no comeback King and Billip reigns supreme in the texting ring