Pink Poogle Toy Forum

WIS: It's burp not baa.
WIM: Shut Up with the baaing already!

That is what I say and mean whenever I hear sheep baaing.

WIS: Actually, I'm pretty sure I want to major in music.
WIM: If I hear one more person tell me how impractical a music degree is, I'll strangle him.

WIS: Yeah, hold on, Mom. I'll be there in a minute.
WIM: I'm not interested. Ask me again later and I still won't be interested.

WIS: Nice talking to you, but I really have to go.
WIM: Do you ever shut up?

Dunno why, but I found that really funny.

Wiswim is now my new phrase!
WIS: I just remembered I have a ton of homework, I'm sorry!
WIM: No, Jo, I feel no pity whatsoever for your burning and unrequited love for me. Yes I do have a crush on Jody but I'm pretending I don't. I'm also tired and altogether I can't be bothered to go and see Spiderman 2, because I'll probably get lost on the way. Culmulative frequency curves are much more like cats' tails than bananas. You're absolutely terrible at correlation-tesselation. It was a game I made up for us one maths lesson and now we play it all the time? And, sheesh your fake laugh is annoying. At least you can't tell when I fake laugh! No I will not eat lunch, I'm too fat.

WIS: He is relatively unharmed.
WIM: His relatives are unharmed.

WIS: Sure, I'll have a coke.
WIM: I don't really want too because coke is like liquid filth but it tastes soo good and the subliminal advertising is making me....*drinks*

WIS: I'm bored.
WIM: I'm broke.

WIS: Welcome to PPT.
WIM: Welcome...I'd like to know you but why do I bother? 95% of you I never see again.

WIS: I've lost my socks.
WIM: I blame YOU

WIS: I often procrstinate.
WIM: Seriously! I'm at my best around 2am.

WIS: You aren't funny.
WIM: You are lucky I am not skilled in the art of 'Clothes-Thread-Garot'.

WIS: I'm not cute.
WIM: If everyone says I'm cute, I probably am cute, but if I know that then I'm not cute anymore or it would be fake, which means I'm not cute. I mean, I appreciate it and all, but there are limits to how much "cute" I can stand. I don't want to look like I'm 8.

WIS: Perfume smells nice.
WIM: I like perfume - gimme gimme gimme!

WIS: I want to be a teacher.
WIM: It's my practical plan instead of assuming I have talent for that job I really want.

WIS: I want that notebook.
WIM: I want all pretty notebooks. I'll think of something to write in them later even though I never do.

WIS: *kiss*
WIM: Only on foreheads.

WIS: *stuffs in box*
WIM: Words don't express how much affection I feel for you, so this'll have to do - I'm keeping you now.

WIS: I can't wait to go to university.
WIM: I can't wait to get out of the company of a lot of people I know right now and to search for Igg and Co.

WIS: I'm procrastinating / I'm not working right now.
WIM: Someone help me for the love of God - I need to get to work.

WIS: You look normal.
WIM: My list of pretty people is about this small. *pencil dot* My list of ugly people is about this big. *two pencil dots* Everyone else just looks human to me. The only thing I take in about looks is whether a person is at a physical disadvantage or not. If they are, they're still human so it doesn't matter, right? So I don't need to - and can't really - humour you and say you look good/awful if I don't mean it.

WIS: I want to be someone useful.
WIM: I want to be special and famous for being nice and good at whatever work it is I end up doing.

WIS: I hate hospitals.
WIM: I would rather be in critical condition before I set foot in a hospital again unless I'm grown-up and pregnant. That's different. No Caesarian though.

WIS: Thank you, but I'm really not that good. [to answer a compliment]
WIM: I like to hear people say that I'm nice in some way. I think everyone does, but it doesn't mean that I don't feel bad anyway. Whenever someone compliments me I wish I were better or more deserving. What else can I say but "thank you" though? I don't want to drag something on and on and annoy you. I really do want to be better and do want to be nicer and do want to be an inspiration to others - but it doesn't mean I can be. Still, I'll try and be what you think I am.

WIS: I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.
WIM: I'd love to play soccer for a living but thats hardly ever going to happen.

WIS:
WIM: Just testing out some emoticons...

WIS: Sure girls, have another cookie. I made them for you.
WIM: Have as many as you like. Your father is coming home from work soon and he can pluck you off the ceiling.

Possibly cause I've never hugged you.

WIS: *glares*
WIM: You better stop what you're doing right now because you just made me angry and murderous

WIS: Wheeee (and maybe other weird words, can't list that many)
WIM: I don't have enough sugar. GIMME SUGAR NOW!

WIS: yay *huggles*
WIM: yay, you can be my best friend and I promise I won't strangle you while hugging you!

WIS: uh huh...I see...interesting...hm...
WIM: you're boring me.

WIS: mrrew (or any cat noises)
WIM: Rawr I'm very happy right now and hopefully you won't do anything to make me angry or you will experience pain.

Say: Vambrace.
Mean: Vambracevambracevambrace! A little mist goes a long way! Full of bright-burnished goodness in every bite!

Say: I could do that.
Mean:...for neopoints, powerpoints, and/or Digos.

Say: I'm fine.
Mean: I've been incredibly depressed for weeks, but it's not like I'm gonna tell my waitress *that*.

Say: Elfhelm knows nothing! NOTHING!
Mean: GAAH YOU BUNCH OF--- *long bleeep*

Say: Hi.
Mean: Hello! I know nobody here! I am nervous! I am wearing a helmet! It is Halloween and, apparently, we weren't supposed to be in our costumes yet! EEEP!

I totally agree with that

WIS: I'm indiffernt.
WIM: I'm about to cry I am so bored hence you can make the decision - I don't care, all hope is lost anyway.

WIS: Yeah, I suppose.
WIM: Why must you ask questions when you already know the answers?

WIS: No, my back's find.
WIM: OH MY GOD! SHOOT ME NOW!

WIS: No, I'm not coming out. I've got a headache
WIM: I've got a game on pause up the stairs and you smell like a car exhaust.

WIS: OK
WIM: I suddenly have the urge to rip someones head off.

WIS: I'm not grumpy.
WIM: Leave. For your own good, run. Far.