Okay, these are the rules. There really aren't any. Just play nice (and I think we all are nice here, right?)
This story is about the friends typing Private Messages to each other on the internet. Sooo, here's your chance to change things that happened on the show and/or clarify things that happened on the show (you know dialog that isn't shown on camera). And, the messages don't always have to be connected.
So, you can either be the character that the message is being typed to OR if the last message isn't one that you'd reply to, then skip it (messages do get crossed up on the internet) and type a message to another friend about something else. No rules now...you can be any of the friends characters. Jump in at any time.
Next post will start the game. (It'll be mine...I think I'm the only one here right now... )
How could you possibly not read my letter? It took me hours to write exactly what I felt. I wanted to express my entire soul to you...and then you fell asleep in the middle of reading it?! I feel really bad about that, you know? And pul-lease quit rushing me when I'm finding the "right" things to wear on our dates. You know? Anywayyy, write back, I really don't want a "break", do you?
Your message was forwarded to me. And, since I can solve most every problem, I was interested in reading about yours.
First, how did you type up a message with a turkey stuck on your head? Second, get a couple of friends to help you. And, don't I know you? You're not Ken, you're Joey! I mean, how many Chandlers are there in the world!
Joey, let us help you, and yeah, this is probably why you wrote on the internet for help because, well, you know this really would upset me! However, how could you type that message without any errors? Care to let me know?
It's been so long since I've heard from you. You know that we were meant to be together. We always seem to run into each other and that means something. Even if it's just being friends, we've got such a history together.
Ahk..my sinuses are getting to me. Ahk...must be the winter or something. Ahk...anyway, please write me sometime...Ahk...gotto go for now.
I couldn't help it, but, I fell asleep while I was reading Rachel's 10 page letter. And now, I just don't know what to say. It means a lot to me because I don't want to lose her. She wrote me about how it hurt her feelings. And I just don't know what would be the best thing to do.
And write fast because the more time I take, the more I think I've lost her.
(This could take a different direction, you know? I could have them writing people that post here too. I wonder what you would say if the "fictional" characters posted a message to you here on this thread? Anywayyyy...just something to note in the future when there are lots of us here, you're through with exams, and are looking at the same threads at the same time...)
(Re-edited, left some words out soooo, this post didn't make any sense)
'Kay, it's been like forever that I borrowed one of your dresses. And the last time I was gonna borrow one, Ross was in such a hurry to go that I didn't have time to even try any of your dresses on so I had to wear that hummus dress. Ewww, I don't know how I did that. And that stain never did come out.
Anyway, can I borrow that one that I was going to try on?
I don't know what to do. I've written Ross about how upset I am and now I don't know if I did the right thing. Do you think that I wrote too much? Maybe I wasn't suppose to write what I did. How do I get my message back and delete it? I don't understand how to do that and pressing back and delete won't make my machine go back and delete my message to him.
Anyyywayyy, help I don't know what to do. I'm sad, and I'm sad, and I'm basically sad. Maybe it's time for a break? Ross does understand what that means, doesn't he?
Hey! And where do you think that the foosball game went? It's not like those little men have got legs and walked away from it because there's no audience. I mean, it's a game. Games are meant to be played so, anytime. And bring pizza. The little men do better with pizza around than any other food.
And how could I lose a bracelet. It meant a lot to me. I mean, we're bracelet buddies so, I wouldn't lose something that meant a lot to me. Unless, hey!...Chandler...what 're you tryin' to write me, man?
Oh...My...God Janice has got my PM address. And, now I don't know what to write to her. But, I thought that since you have such luck with the ladies, you can give me some advice. You know, and that way, Janice might leave me alone. It's like your the God of making things not happen. Did I just write that? And, you know that it was meant as a compliment.
And...please, don't write Monica about this. I don't have any idea how this happened or why, but, I can handle this without Monica, couldn't I? Right? You've gotto back guys up on this one. The guys can do things without the girls? Or...maybe not, but, just help me on this one?