I keep getting these stupid messages about animal cruelty. Like I know about it but pissing a billion people off about it when they wanna see some dark secrets isn’t a good way to get the message through. I suggest the person write at the beginning: While I was deciding about getting a ___ (sex change, hit man) and add that paragraph of crap and then say that changed my opinion about it. Forget ____, it’s time for getting implants!
Well, that’s certainly deep
Hey, I got a bilingual message! Sweet…
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I got someone’s shopping list…
Why? I’d rather be in Kansas and licked than anywhere else and not get anything at all . . .
Tripler
Lick me, baby.
I got:
Umm, ok, I’ll try.
Ok, who’s the culprit behind this little masterpiece?
It is you, Muffy’s Sis?
And I also just got this:
and this:
I think people use this thing as a diary or psychologist or something.
Hmm.
Hmm.
no one understands me. i just want them to understand, but no. its not posssible
I’m addicted to this.
I just got this one:
You wear your breasts to their full extent, like a man with an uncontrollable bulge in his apartment.
Now how do they know that?
And then I got this one. (too good not to share):
"My dear friend, Believe me that I was sincerely afflicted when I learned of the loss you have suffered: a steam powered urinal is not easily replaced. Yours, which had among other peculiarities, the ability to sing the Marseillaise when in use, was certainly worthy of the esteem you bestowed upon it. So, it is easy for me to understand the despair that your sister felt when it became evident that the urinal was definitely lost. Nevertheless, from that to suicide is quite a step! And, although I know that many fond memories were associated with its possession, I cannot but sondem such a fatal resolve. But this censure does not prevent me from profoundly deploring her sad end. A suicide is always, for those close to the deceased, a tragic and agonising event; but when it is accomplished by the means of jam, one cannot be less than terrified. Never would I have believed that your sister could resolve to die embedded in a vat of jam! And yet, all those unlucky enough to befriend her knew of her most morbid attraction to jam, even in jars. Do you remember how she could not contain herself when she saw it with desserts, how she had to caress it before even serving herself? Numerous incidents of this nature should have aroused our suspicions; but, blind that we were, we never understood their profound significance. Nonetheless, I shiver at the thought of how her last moments must have been. Please believe me that I share your pain and approve of your descision to banish jam from your life. This is a healthy reaction and I can only commend it from the bottom of my heart. It demonstrates both your determination, and your courage in overcoming pain as well as your instinct for self-preservation. I am truly glad, that without jam, you do not, indeed, risk letting yourself be compelled to follow the example of your sister. "
What I gave:
What I got:
I post a political manifesto and get a piece of probably wrong trivia. Random chance must be a funny motherfucker.
I got…
E3
Hmm…
Hm, so that’s why my kid sister likes McD’s ice cream?
Hey, whoever left that one must have followed the advice I gave way back in this thread about using this site as a source of material. Good on ya, whoever that was
Hey! I’d like to know who left that one. Seriously. I haven’t eaten bacon bits in months, and I’d like to take objection to being characterized as a foodstuff, thank you very much. As for being available in your grocer’s freezer, nah. That would be WAY too cold an environment for me to be in. Brrrrr…
I left:
Well, it appears that my shots into the ether have all been for naught. He’s not responding. Which is par for the course, I guess. I’d love a dose of humor right now, though. Talked to my brother, which is not the same. Humor, please come to me.
… and got this in return:
I spilled spot remover on my dog… Now he’s gone!
Har har har.
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Be careful of what you wish for, you just might get it…
Oh wow. This person, too.
I keep coming here hoping that the next message i get will contain some wisdom, maybe im lloking in the wrong place…
This is what I left: (yes, it’s a collection of impressions… sue me :p)
Yeah, I stayed up well past my bedtime talking to Spoz, but so what? It was a great conversation! Talked about music, emoticons, what I was doing, octets, etc. Love the humor, man! Dude!
I think that jackelope and I may be on the outs… hope I’ve not hurt him inadvertently! Should stop leaving him offline messages, emails, and stuff like that. I’m not going to bug him. Okay, we’re probably not on the outs… maybe I am getting like Mom and getting overly paranoid and worried. Yikes. But I’ll just wait and see.
ResIpsaLoquitor thinks “Carmelina Nina Molly Fraser” sounds pretentious. (Spoz said it sounded princessy; I’m more inclinded to believe him, hahaha) I think “New Window Pop-Up Syndrome” sounds weird enough for me… but I gotta change it. Definitely won’t bug him much now he’s in school, too. Could be lonely in Michigan, but I’ll let him start it off… unless there’s something really pressing. (knowing me, that’s every day… gotta cut down on it) As long as he’s not bugged by my emails, then it’ll all be good.
What can I say… TalkingHead’s MSN name was just a bit much for my brother and sister. I expressed shock at his name, of course. Too bad they weren’t around to see it, though.
BBQ tonight at Daniel’s! Woohoo! Gotta get ready for it sooner rather than later! Yahoo! (yes, I’m super-excited, can’t you tell? hehehehe)
In return, I got this:
Amazing that of all the millions of people that do this stupid thing YOU would have the privlege of reading MY message
Riiiiiiiiiiiight… and what makes YOU so important? You’re just hoity-toity, I do believe. Besides, you don’t even know how to spell “privilege” correctly… sheesh.
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