Interview with a Tyler

[logansrogue]

She's Tyler Diebin. She's nuttier than me. I don't know if she has quite the fixations that I have. (You know, sex, rude things, vulgarity, sexy men). Let's find out eh?

LogansRogue: Hello Diebin!
DarthDiebin: Heeey, Nancy!
LogansRogue: How are ya my amiga in LRness?
DarthDiebin: I'm doing just swimmingly, daaahlink.
LogansRogue: I'm going to be candid for a moment and admit that I have no fucking idea what questions I'm going to ask you.
DarthDiebin: You know, I get that a lot.
LogansRogue: Yeah? Why do you think that is?
DarthDiebin: Because I'm one twisted fuck, man.
LogansRogue: Yes, yes, I see. Me too.
DarthDiebin: Now you think, I'm going to go check the chicken in the oven
LogansRogue: Now, you run the most bodacious and radical website www.wolverineandrogue.com
LogansRogue: Oh okay.
LogansRogue: This is the Chicken Checking interview
DarthDiebin: I've checked the chicken. seems to be cooking.
DarthDiebin: And yes, I run the radical website. *nods*
LogansRogue: Chicken cooking, radical website... we have it all.
LogansRogue: Yes. Tell me, have you had any really flame mails recently?
DarthDiebin: Hmmm. You know, I don't believe I've been flamed lately. Which is a shame, really. I do so enjoy it.
LogansRogue: Okay anti-WolverineRogue comic-boys and gals - we're putting out the call! wr.com - flame us if you dare!
DarthDiebin: FLAAAME MEEEE!
LogansRogue: What's the biggest kick you get out of being a big-ass WolverineRogue Personality? (And I mean Big-Ass as in hugely popular, not the size of your wonderful tush).
DarthDiebin: I like the knowledge that uhh . . .
DarthDiebin: That I get to hang out with you and Donna and Melly and Jenn and Gowdie and Jenilou . . . y'know, all you cool people
LogansRogue: Awww, I'm verklempt!
DarthDiebin: wow, this is stressfull. I need to smoke.
LogansRogue: Geez, and I promised myself I wouldn't cry!
LogansRogue:
DarthDiebin: *lights up* thanks, doll
LogansRogue: No problem, cup-cake.
LogansRogue: Okay, now for the real issues.
DarthDiebin: Oooh good.
LogansRogue: Logan's Dick. How big do you guess it is?
DarthDiebin: Lemme check.
DarthDiebin: *grabs Logan by the ear*
DarthDiebin: C'meeeeere, sweetie.
LogansRogue: I say guess, she gives me a to the millimetre measurement - wonderful!
LogansRogue: Need two measurements - when it's up and when it's down.
DarthDiebin: Oh my, this is quite distracting. Maybe I should just guess instead . . .
LogansRogue: Tell me if you need any help.
DarthDiebin: Well, that'd be easy if it were someone else. But Logan . . . yeaaah, you know. Like you ever see it down.
LogansRogue: He's like the man that shot heroin into this dick and had a hard-on for three days.
DarthDiebin: *blinks* My goodness. And they said heroin inhibits performance.
LogansRogue: Apparently, not so when injected straight into the wing-wang...
DarthDiebin: Well good heavens. Has anyone told this to Scott?
DarthDiebin: oooh, maybe you've discovered the answer to the Spike mystery
LogansRogue: I don't know... Logan, have you told Scott this?
LogansRogue: I think so. The ongoing Saga of the Spike Mystery - His Penis and Where it Stands!
DarthDiebin: Well according to Kawwy it does. Stand, that is.
LogansRogue: So I heard!
LogansRogue: She never told me whether his sprog was warm or not.
LogansRogue: I think cold sprog would pose a problem.
LogansRogue: You could make interesting salads with it, though.
DarthDiebin: I think that would be most . . . startling.
LogansRogue: Yeah. I mean, bump-bump-cachunk and woosh! You've got a cold shower up ya duff!
DarthDiebin: My goodness. We had a problem with that in Minnesota. At the subway.
DarthDiebin: We had a city wide advisory out--don't eat the mayonnaise
LogansRogue: Oooh - Fertile Mayonnaise!
LogansRogue: Is our satellite link okay? *taps things*
DarthDiebin: sorry, I had to check the chicken again
LogansRogue: Aah. The Chicken Issues Rage On
DarthDiebin: Logan: she ignored me in favor of chicken
LogansRogue: Life's a bitch like that, huh sport?
DarthDiebin: Logan: I knew there was a reason I didn't hang with this chick.
LogansRogue: Well, she has the best Cleavage on the West Coast - she can't be all bad!
DarthDiebin: Watch me flash my cleavage. I'm CLEAVAGE GIRL
LogansRogue: Folks, if you wanna know about her fantastic balcony, just get a few beers into her!
LogansRogue: Abso-fuckin'-lutely!
DarthDiebin: Hell yeah!
DarthDiebin: Get a few Sex on the Beach's into me and I'll flash it. ;-)
LogansRogue: She makes my bust look like Sarah Michelle Gellar's!!!
DarthDiebin: *shakes her bootaaay*
LogansRogue: Woohoo! Go Diebin! Go Diebin! It's ya Birthday!
DarthDiebin: No, that was a few days ago.
DarthDiebin: When I got REALLY skanky ;-)
LogansRogue: Yes! Diebin and Donna's Amazing Tour of Los Angeles!! How did that go?
DarthDiebin: Well as you may have heard, I got a tattoo.
DarthDiebin: And contrary to popular belief, it does NOT say 'Property of Donna'
LogansRogue: Ooh yes, I did hear about that, and it doesn't?
LogansRogue: Donna is the other half to this Tyler, folks.
LogansRogue: She'll come in another interview
LogansRogue: When Logan flashes his dick.
LogansRogue: Ohhhh that was bad.
DarthDiebin: Oh yes
DarthDiebin: Logan flashes and it's all over but the screams
LogansRogue: Hell yeah.
LogansRogue: You don't even wanna know when he strokes.
LogansRogue: It's pulmonary heart failure time, folks.
DarthDiebin: *gurgles*
LogansRogue: There was that time they got enough beer in him at the mansion that he was convinced to strip. Rather a perfunctory performance, but adequate.
LogansRogue: Poor Rogue had to sit in the infirmary for weeks to recover.
Logan: Prefunctory, huh?
LogansRogue: Hell yeah, baby.
Logan: Excuse me if I don't shake my hips enough. As long as it's off, it's off.
LogansRogue: Rogue was off too, baby.
DarthDiebin: Hell, who wasn't?
LogansRogue: There was no way Jean could wipe the smile off that girl's face.
LogansRogue: Not a soul in the room, Diebs. Even Scotty-Boy was turning his head.
DarthDiebin: dish? does it have to be a full meal?
DarthDiebin: because really, with all that chest hair . . . I'd rather not have to worry about grooming
LogansRogue: I don't know, you're the one eating it...
LogansRogue: Aaaaah.
LogansRogue: Okay - we'll save the meals for more hairless chests then.
DarthDiebin: Hmmm.
DarthDiebin: *snerk* Well I licked whipped cream off a hairy chest once and it didn't cause TOO many problems . . .
LogansRogue: I won't ask who's it was.
DarthDiebin: That's very kind of you. *g*
DarthDiebin: I, in exchange, won't tell who's it was :-)
LogansRogue: No problem babe, I live to serve.
DarthDiebin: Mmmm. I do like the licking idea though.
LogansRogue: Spike's chest is nice and hairless... perhaps he would serve?
LogansRogue: He's cold though. Through and through.
LogansRogue: Licking does indeed have it's merits.
DarthDiebin: Nutella
DarthDiebin: I wouldn't mind licking that off of Spike's chest
LogansRogue: Ohhh, that's chocolate and vanilla, that is!
DarthDiebin: Mmmerow
LogansRogue: Ninja Turtles - which one was your favourite?
DarthDiebin: Raphael
DarthDiebin: He was broody and sexy
LogansRogue: Mikey was mine. Party boy.
LogansRogue: Though you wouldn't get any action from him unless you had a pizza wedged between your legs.
DarthDiebin: Well, nothing wrong with that.
LogansRogue: Well, I guess it could get interesting, yeah.
LogansRogue: 'Specially with that big turtle mouth of his.
DarthDiebin: Oh my. Now that's an image I . . . *blinks*
LogansRogue: Now we *know* why April hung around so much.
DarthDiebin: Dude, did you ever doubt it?
LogansRogue: And why she never had a favourite.
LogansRogue: Hell no way.
LogansRogue: Hot half-shell action, right there.
LogansRogue: Those young strapping muscular examples of reptilehood were rearing to go 24/7.
LogansRogue: Promise them pizza and they'd do whatever you wanted them to.
DarthDiebin: Why else do you think Papa John's Pizza is on my speed dial?
LogansRogue: Oh wow... you know the Turtle's numbers?!
DarthDiebin: No, just the pizza place. ;-) That's why they love me.
LogansRogue: Do you think... like... Mikey might have time for a girl needing a bit of love and attention?
LogansRogue: Oh - well that's disappointing.
DarthDiebin: Well, I could invite 'em on over.
LogansRogue: Ooh! I think that sounds good.
DarthDiebin: Do you think they'd get on okay with Logan?
DarthDiebin: And hell, Obi-Wan . . .
DarthDiebin: now that could be a problem.
LogansRogue: True, very true.
DarthDiebin: Splinter and Yoda . . . they might be brothers
LogansRogue: Hell, as long as I don't have to put anchovies between my legs, I'm happy.
LogansRogue: Splinter and Yoda are bruddahs man.
LogansRogue: Okay, if you had to choose one, and one of these only - finger or vibrator?
LogansRogue: Personally, I'd go for the finger.
DarthDiebin: Can I choose who the finger belongs to?
LogansRogue: Sure!
DarthDiebin: Well then I'd rather have Logan's finger than Logan's vibrator . . . cuz really. That's just . . . somewhere I don't want to go.
LogansRogue: Eeeew, sticky.
LogansRogue: Let's not think on that one.
LogansRogue: What's the sexiest Logan/Rogue story you've read so far?
LogansRogue: (And you're not indebted to mention one of my stories)
DarthDiebin: Well duh
DarthDiebin: You're the Smut Queen
DarthDiebin: few people can compete
DarthDiebin: You know, 21 now had some impressive action . . . but I'll ALWAYS remember uhh . . . the Dancing Series smut. *nods*
DarthDiebin: I read it at work the first time, you know. Which was probably not a very good idea.
LogansRogue: That's kinda like reading playboy in front of your parents.
DarthDiebin: Which I've never done.
LogansRogue: Me either
LogansRogue: The closest I've come to playboy is www.sweetbanana.com
DarthDiebin: Uh-oh. Should I click on that link in front of my teddy bears?
LogansRogue: Some strange willies there I tell you. No, no I wouldn't.
LogansRogue: Teddy bear corruption is never funny.
DarthDiebin: Gald you agree on that one
LogansRogue: You got something up with my gald bladder?
DarthDiebin: Oh damn. The secret comes out.
DarthDiebin: Damn my traitorus typing!
LogansRogue: Wow... what a way to find out...
LogansRogue: Okay, I'll keep my gald bladder away from you in the future. *sniffles*
DarthDiebin: Oh, I'll get over it. ;-)
LogansRogue: Good
LogansRogue: Cause I'm here to stay and so is my bladder!
DarthDiebin: Wouldn't have it any other way, sweetie.
LogansRogue: Okay - All nighters. Stupid or mind-expanding?
DarthDiebin: Both.
DarthDiebin: Mind expanding that night, stupid come dawn.
LogansRogue: I'm feeling a bit of that now, I tells ya.
LogansRogue: *chugs more coke*
LogansRogue: Okay
DarthDiebin: Oh dear. Folks, she's drugging herself.
LogansRogue: What's the most creative thing you've seen done in a LR Smutscene?
DarthDiebin: I have to admit that the Virtual Reality story was quite a kicker. I mean . . . the lengths Logan went to get some bootay were impressive. And what boootaay.
LogansRogue: I don't actually recall that.
DarthDiebin: Long time back. In the dawn of the fandom.
LogansRogue: Aaah, before my time, Diebin-San
DarthDiebin: *eg*
DarthDiebin: Okay, it is time for me to eat the chicken I've been checkin
DarthDiebin: wow
DarthDiebin: chicken and checkin
DarthDiebin: all you need to do is switch the vowels and VOILA
LogansRogue: Wow, that's pretty impressive
DarthDiebin: *curtseys*
DarthDiebin: Has been an honor, Lord Vade--errr, Nancy
DarthDiebin: *hugs*
DarthDiebin: I gotta go now babe. ;-)
DarthDiebin: Laaater
LogansRogue: No problem babe!
LogansRogue: Thank you!

And that's our interview with Diebin, of diebin.com and wolverinandrogue.com and she was like that before I got to her, so don't blame me. I hold no responsibility for whatever damage this page causes your fishes, cats, and teddy-bears.

That banana page is quite rude, so don't go there unless you're of age!