Due to me not wanting to think, the following post is brought to you by Lydia Hawkins. Quote: "I'm retarded. Don't put my name on there. Hey, I'm not retarded, you're retarded. You're stupid. You're not very nice, are you? Don't write that."

I think everything is funny. You're weird. Quit imitating me.
Oh, Oh, I know. Okay. Okay. A penguin walks into a bar.
He says, "Ouch!" Get it? No, I was seriously asking if you get
it. You're stupid. This is my frog. Guess what his name
is. His name is Sputnik. Look what he can do. He can do
this. Why are you typing what I say? I like playing with the
frog. Quit it.

Seriously, you can't blame me. These aren't my words.

Lydia...Lydia...hmm...as in the New England area Lydia?    

Yes, absolutely. If by New England you mean South Carolina. And you're just "with it" when it comes to twelve year old girls.