Leave anonymous messages for the people who visit this site immediately after you!

[yosemite]

My anonymous message was:

Did you know that Jimmy Carter was the first U.S. president to have been born in a hospital? Or that Eskimos use refrigerators to keep food FROM freezing? The sentence “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.” Uses every letter in the alphabet. (developed by Western Union to test telex/twx communications) In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere.

[thinksnow]

I just wanted to let you knwo that you’re officially invited to the next DopeFest as my guest.

[robinc308]

I got:

"i like vaseline on toast "

[yosemite]

This is addictive:

I have a dog that has a cow for a friend. The cow knows where you are and is hunting you down right now. It will poo on your socks. And we all know that isnt nice*^"@{=

[Biggirl]

Still no one got any of mine.

I’m going to keep going back until somebody gets me!

[Biggirl]

This is what I got:

The message which has been left for you is: The message which has been left for you is: hey give me your email… WHO? you hows about you give me your email

Someone’s gotta get one of the 4 or 5 I left.

[yosemite]

smelly dogs are better than cats

Well, that’s not nice.

[Flamsterette_X]

Well, I left this (from the Surreal Compliments site):

Dear Tom,
You seemed nice at first, and spoiled me with unconsciencable fruits, but now, you have gone too far! Assalting and recremending me in public, you have shown me that you are a man who does not care about losing a woman for the betterment of a pair of patent leather undergarments!
It is because of this unpardonable nature that I must dump you upon the carpet of suburban renewal! I know this is sudden, but I am sick of you. I will never be seen with you again, even if no other man will have me.
Angrily yours,
Jessica

and got this in return:

doug wheeler says hes from belgium…BUT HE’S NOT. ponder that.

[irkenDoom]

well see, Flamsterette, now i got yours…

[Flamsterette_X]

Glad to know someone got mine… I just left something in French from the SCG site:

Les matins delinquents de ta fourchette pendue s’enrobent de noisettes étonnées pendant que ta baronne ne fait que rétrécir. Ça c’est la manche de l’amour intercale!

and got this in return:

But Clara couldn’t imagine what a 4 dimensional bagel would look like. The whole thing was giving her a headache really and she really had never been any good at spatial relations anyway. So she decided a career in quantum-astrophysics probably wasn’t for her. What career should she explore next? She wondered to herself. She had to admit, she was torn between neuro-surgeon and exotic dancer (she had always felt that her truly spectacular breasts were going to waste being hidden all the time). So torn was she that she composed a poem about it as a form of self-therapy. It went a little something like this: The life of a neurosurgeon is hard to beat It’s a whole lot better than living on the street Cut folks heads open every day It’s a great way to earn cash if you’ve got bills to pay Yes it’s true that as a neurosurgeon you make lots of bread Getting paid big bucks to mess with other’s heads But yea, the life of a stripper is grand Beyond the grasp of many a groping hand It’s really hard to get into a rut When you dance with dental floss wedged up your butt Many a loser will sweat and drool When you take off your clothes and dance like a fool So which will it be, neurosurgeon or dancer? Woe is me, when will I find the answer? As soon as she was finished, she was appalled to her very core at the sheer awfulness of the poem she had created . So appalled was she that she wrote another poem to console herself. This is how it went: I ain’t a poet And don’t I know it My feet show it They aint very long. Then she cried for a month without stopping.

[Flamsterette_X]

Now, I just left this:

Any person or persons who wish to deliver a surreal compliment must cease and desist from all practices of procreation and appeal to the county clerk for permission by filling out form #345/3.098/27 in triplicate, signed, the person who can and will repeat your subversive tendencies.

and got this in return:

As the 137,842nd visitor, we would like to present you with: A free Quota of Fish. This can be redeemed at any participating reality.

I’d just like to say that the SCG site is great for when you can’t think of anything to write in that box!

[milquetoast]

I guess I should have followed the instructions on the label…

Yeah, by the looks of things, I’d have to agree.

[Biggirl]

Alright folks, somebody’s gotta get me sooner or later! My message is a lament on not being visible to my fellow dopers and this is what I got back.

Hey there… do i make you horny… I am supposed to be doing my precalc, but i dont feel like it

Previously I’ve mentioned DOT, The Monkees and something lewd about the number 6.
I’ve got to stop going over there. It’s becoming an addiction.

[Flamsterette_X]

Heh heh… sorry, Biggirl. It’s fun though, isn’t it?

I left a bunch of lyrics, and got this in return:

Get the Straight Dope!

So would that be one of yours? Or someone else’s?

[Kat]

I just got:

Sileann do chara agus do namhaid nach bhfaighidh tú bás choíce. [Both] your friend and your enemy think you will never die.

[interface2x]

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Feel free to grab this baby for yourself.

Colin

[yosemite]

Colin: I saw that one too! If you read any messages displaying a fixation on Groucho Marx…well, that’s me. (Don’t ask. I free associate a lot.)
This is my latest message:

The end of the world is coming! What do you mean, “When?” Don’t bother me with petty details.

[Kat]

I just got

I think I am so NOT a drama queen!!!

[Flamsterette_X]

Someone apparently had a fixation for Groucho Marx, the LaBrea tar pits, and beaded evening dresses a half hour or so ago, considering that I got three messages concerning all of these things in each one. However, the system had a database error, so what I was going to post got lost.

Let’s see what I get this time; the same thing as you just did, Colin. Again… here’s the person with the weird fixations:

I saw Groucho Marx wearing a beaded evening gown, and a sailor’s cap. He looked very fetching. My cat’s name is Henry, and he has six toes. He’s also very, VERY orange. Orange and six toes. Pretty scary. Groucho Marx had some very nice brothers, and they had an act together. I can’t remember all the brother’s names, though. One was named Harpo, and he didn’t talk. But he played the harp. But only Groucho wore the sailor’s cap. I can’t speak for the beaded evening gowns.

[Kat]

And then I got:

Pico and Sepulveda, Pico and Sepulveda… LaBrea…TAR PITS!!! To get to Pasadena, take the 210 to the 134, and then get off at Lake Ave. Turn right, and turn left on Colorado Blvd. You are now in downtown Pasadena. To get to Glendale from Sunland, take the 210 until you get to the 2. Go to the 134 turnoff, going towards Glendale, to the right. (Don’t go towards Pasadena, that’s the wrong way.) Get off on the Glendale Blvd. offramp, and when you get to the top of the offramp, turn right. Take another right at the light, and you’re on Glendale Blvd.

The quote about the end of the world is mine! Someone finally got one of mine!