Dag 516: worlds longest gmail conversation (abridged)

A couple of weeks ago my good friends and I had a gmail conversation (at least thats what us people with gmail accounts call them - if you just use email, you'd probably just say you sent some emails or something) which ended up reaching 94. As this makes it the worlds longest gmail discussion I thought I would summerise it here:

Pao: Lets go out on thursday night - dom can choose where
Al: Perfect
Air: I'm quorate
Me: Hope you feel better soon
Pao: Blue Blazer has Sailor Jerry
Al: So is it a date then?
Me: Who is that question aimed at?
Al: you - you fud
Me: yes its on then
Al: Is DJ coming or is he attending his basket weaving class?
Me: He is going to his Jenson Button adoration society meeting.
DDS: If you get fired you'll be playing guitar on the London Underground.
Me: No, It'll be the Stockholm underground.
Air: My quorates are now back down to size. And we could call DOminiC Doc because he knows a bit about Swedisk pr0n or something.
Al: WHAT!!!! I'm the only one with a doctorate in that subject!
Pao: Doc don't like shellfish unless they are queens.
Al: What are you rambling on about and why are you up so insanely early?
Pao: Who told you that? I thought that was between me and the webcam in the booth.
Al: http://paosbooth.com/ credit card required
Al: I want an electric guitar - anyone got any tips?
Me: Get a shergold.
DDS: Time to go electric man.
Al: Damn, I wish I had got to slate him first.
Me: It is an electric guitar actually.
Al: I've just been to Asda and bought ham and bread.
DDS: I just went to Tesco and bought a jerk chicken wrap.
Al: I had too much ham so am a pig. But you had jerk chicken.
Pao: I went to the livi inn.
Al: some joke about a frog and Mick Jagger. The punchline was "It's a knick-knack Patty Wack, now give the frog a loan. His old man's a rolling stone" - you had to be there.
DDS: I am an avian jerk.
Me: I had chile for lunch.
DDS: I want to be a moon - ommmmm.
Al: Incestuous Scatophilia - I win.
Me: Heavy wet and messy space feltching - no you don't.
Al: I feel queasy.
Me: So to sum it up: We meet at 19:30 in the blue blazer and then go on to the hard rock cafe.
Al: blank email (he still hasn't got the hang of these things - sigh)
Me: I just told Andrew to go and read his gmail to find out about tonight and he came back 5 minutes later asking what his gmail address was.
Al: That's hilarious, and believable.
Al: Anyone up for a beer in glasgow next week?
Air: Oh yes we can go to Waxy Baxy Chunky Clarty O'Connor O'Hartigan's
Al: Are we fuck.
Air: They have decent home-made pizza too. Duck pizza? You will.
DJ: Would you like me to go out with you and comment on your driving from an advanced drivers institute type perspective?
DDS: Fools.
Al: Fuds.
Air: Exemplary.
Guy: How are you keeping?
Pao: Plaid.
AB: Most adjacent.
Jonty: C*nts.
Andrew: gmail?
Me: Deck mockets rock.