Friends In Your…
Recently in the chat a few of us had a ridiculous rhyme game going, which rooted out those who are real sticklers for rules (me), and those who had fun (everyone else). Anyway, I thought it was funny, and so I’ve placed it here to immortalize the exchange, since I think the chat log eventually dumps stuff.
Feel free to ignore this.
BTW I inverted the chat chronology so the flow is top-down instead of bottom-up

Herc: Made some toast. It had Teague, Trey, Brian, Dorkman and Eddie's faces on it.
Herc: Friends in Your Bread
Herc: #dumbjoke
Herc: My only defense is my sleep deprivation.
Saniss: And then Herc finally got some sleep.
Saniss: But it turned out he wasn't alone.
Saniss: ...Friends in Your Bed.
BigDamnArtist: So Herc got really scared and called up some buddies to come over and protect him.
BigDamnArtist: ...Friends in Your Dread.
Saniss: But the whole thing suddenly turned to a zombie outbreak!!!
Saniss: ...Friends in Your Dead.
Herc: What. Have. I. Wrought.
Saniss: The only advice I can give you is to go visit the forum a bit, see if there are Friends in Your Thread.
BigDamnArtist: Maybe you can take a winter wonderland ride.
BigDamnArtist: ...Friends in Your Sled.
BigDamnArtist: Okay so I'm looking at a rhyming dictionary for "Thread" and it just casually throws in "Pwned".
BigDamnArtist: Like... how do YOU pronounce it Rhyming Dictionary???
Saniss: "pownead"
Saniss: Uuuuh
BigDamnArtist: Thou hast surely powned me dear sir.
BigDamnArtist: ...just doesn't quite work.
Boter: I was called to an event that I really didn't want to go to, so a couple of my buddies offered to go in my place.
Boter: …Friends in Your Stead.
Saniss: Oh, damn you!
Writhyn: Cool story. I lived in TN for a while on a large tract of land. We had a small wood workshop I had to walk to at night sometimes. One night some comrades of mine hid in there and scared me.
Writhyn: …Friends in Your Shed
Writhyn: I killed them (because TN) and encased them in a heavy metal to bury them.
Writhyn: …"Friends" in your lead.
Saniss: You seem like a lonely person, Writhyn. Maybe you should play guitars in a heavy metal band and make some pals.
Saniss: …Friends in Your Shred.
BigDamnArtist: i don’t know. i don’t think he’s really got the rep to make that work.
BigDamnArtist: ...friends in your cred.
Writhyn: I'm not lonely! I have voices in my brain that talk to me.
Writhyn: But they're mean. My real pals are behind my mirror in little bottles.
Writhyn: …Friends in your meds.
Writhyn: Didn't see that coming, did ya?
Saniss: Fuck, he's good.
Writhyn: I also know people at school
Writhyn: …Friends in Your Ed
Saniss: Well you can always turn to politics. I hear the communists are looking for people.
Saniss: ...Friends in Your Red.
Writhyn: I already have connections in high-up places, various gov't agencies, that kind of thing.
Writhyn: …Friends in your Fed
Saniss: Oh, that's great! Do you know people over at the Mega-City One Justice Department as well?
Saniss: ...Friends in Your Dredd
Writhyn: That guy's a jerk. He curb-stomped a buddy of mine for no reason.
Writhyn: …Friends in your Tread.
Tomahawk: Not to worry, he's locked away now.
Tomahawk: …Friends in your Shed.
Writhyn: Aha! Ahaha! Repeat! You lose.
Tomahawk: didn't check the log
Writhyn: Well, you should. Because we've milked the dictionary almost dry.
Writhyn: Drained it. Exsanguinated it.
Writhyn: …Friends in your bled.
Saniss: Mind your vocabulary, it won't sit well with the Starks. And they're the kind of people you want on your side.
Saniss: ...Friends in Your Ned.
Boter: It's important to look at what people are saying. Someone I know actually gave a talk at a conference earlier this year.
Boter: ..Friends in your TED.
Saniss: Wow, TED? Really? That's cool stuff for your pals! Be under the spotlights and all!
Saniss: ...Friends in your LED.
Boter: . . . *squinty eyes* I'll allow it.
Writhyn: that was perfectly fine. Delicious, even. Like Peanut Butter and Jelly
Writhyn: …Friends in your Bread
Saniss: HA. REPEAT.
Boter: Wow, so many repeats. I should be writing them down to keep track of them all. Anyone got a pencil?
Boter: Friends in Your Lea- DAMMIT
Saniss: Friends in your leadammit?
Writhyn: Did I repeat?
Saniss: Bread. It's actually the very first one of them all
Writhyn: Do not want!!!!
Boter: Yeah, a better one would have been talking about how you prefer Nutella to go with your peanut butter.
Boter: …Friends in Your Spread.
Saniss: Holy shit, that's a good one.
Writhyn: I was wondering how to make spread work. Nicely done.
Saniss: I can't compete with that. I think I'll just go play with my cats.
Saniss: ...Friends in Your Pets.
Writhyn: What? Disqualified!
Boter: Wasn't even slant rhyme
Writhyn: Get out of here! Quickly. In your car.
Writhyn: …Friends in your Sped
Boter: …Friends in Your Fled
Saniss: Now wait a minute. How does "pet" not work.
Writhyn: .........how do you pronounce "head"?
Writhyn: “het”?
Saniss: Oh come on. It's not like it's the most different-sounding things in your damn language.
Boter: pluralizing it threw it off too
Saniss: Well "meds" was allowed, so.
Boter: Ahh true
Writhyn: But med would have made as much sense. And it already rhymes.
Writhyn: If we're allowing near-rhymes, we should stop now. I vote no.
Saniss: That's weird. You guys seem more severe on rhymes than we are in french.
Boter: Hm, maybe
Saniss: Granted the "e" in pet is shorter than in these other words, but put in a poem, it wouldn't strike me as dissonant.
Saniss: Note that I'm not gonna try and teach you guys your own language. What do I know. I'm just surprised a bit is all.
Boter: Eh, I think we pretty much killed it anyway. (Friends in Your Dead x2)