So I was thinking we have a thread for those moments in the Chat Box that are too funny not to share. I'll kick it off with something that happened while I was alone on it one late night, where I proceeded to rhyme and rant:

"Almost one in the morning, and I'm on a RP site.
Don't really know why, in the middle of the night.
For a reason or another
Choose to be my other
Side that is way more cool
Than real life me, the goofy dancing fool.
Why I'm rhyming in a Chat Box with no one on...
No one will ever know once things I say are gone.
Unless I make it widely known
In the OOC part of this zone.
For now though, let's keep on going
'Til I leave or people start showing
*Airen Sparrowhawk pauses for some water.

So RP me is RL me but better
More skills and a better arrangement of letter
But he ain't no Gary-Stu
He has his faults like me and you
Most of 'em are within
Dealing with male self-image and common sin.
Just like me in the real life
Add in apprehension to females and the like.
"You ladies could do far better," he would say
'Cause both him and me roll that way.

Now that that part's covered, let me show y'all
Our Mr. Sparrowhawk, past and all

In the muggle world, born and raised
Is where him and family spent their days.
Parents casting spells behind closed doors
And their son behaving and doing his chores.
When upon age eleven, that letter showed,
And your boy Air got a cat, not a toad.
With his trunk on the trolley and wand in hand,
He set off on an adventure that was sure to be grand.

Learning and studying were the main goals,
And he took to 'em, by the light of burning coal.
Sorted into the House of the Brave,
But he was shy when the time came to rave.
Not really sure how to make good friends,
He opted instead to sit on the ends.
Way too shy for his own sake,
Chilling out solo by the Black Lake.

For a moment, let us digress.
'Cause there's a point that I gotta stress.
It's late at night and no one's here.
No one to boo and no one to cheer.
I'm just doing this to talk and rant,
Getting Air's plot down until I can't.
If I post this for people to see,
Know that I'm just being silly old me.

Now back to our tale, not that that is done.
Time for Air to have some fun.
Being raised in a world with no spells,
Ol' Air learned the muggle chills oh so well.
Took up a skateboard for a few years,
And grew to be better than his magical peers.
But that's for times in the muggle realm.
How do you chill before studies of magic overwhelm?
The answer for Air was a blade
Swinging it 'round in the RoR shade.
Them's his skills and some tricks.
(With some dancing just for kicks.)

Here we come to present times.
Soon, I'll stop my silly rhymes.
Air's at Merlin's, learning the trade
Of being an Auror, giving folks aid.
Here he hopes to break his shell
Maybe find a girl, but only time will tell.
All the while tryin' to learn
To control the fires within and not get a burn.

As for his maker, which is me,
Here is what I want him to be:
A character of mine able to feel
Act and behave oh so very real
If all goes to plan, then you'll find...
Air lived a life made in my mind.
A whole life of ups and downs,
Lasting on this site for many rounds.
That's my plan for him at this point in time.
Now, I thankfully stop my silly rhymes.
*Airen Sparrowhawk has left the CB."

Now as y'all can tell...I got GOOFY! Feel free to share snippets of the funniest moments from your own chat box experiences.