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I hate REAL lurkers
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Internet stalkers are a special breed of strange.I mean really, perhaps if you left the house from time to time you would meet a real flesh and blood person, you know in a non-creepy way.
I hate the kind of folks you describe as well. And no, I don't think you should have to apologize for using your real name and being up front - I do the exact same thing.Luckily I've only run into a couple of folks like those you describe - but I hate (well, strongly Strongly STRONGLY) dislike them as well...
Servius Sextus Heiner wrote: "Internet stalkers are a special breed of strange.I mean really, perhaps if you left the house from time to time you would meet a real flesh and blood person, you know in a non-creepy way."
I leave the house plenty, Heiner.
Oh you were the stalker in question? I thought someone was stalking you.
Why are you hating on yourself?
OOOohhhh. Thanks for the translation, Bunny. I'm so used to Nick disagreeing with me I didn't even know how to read it when he wasn't.
pre-conceived notions and all that huh.
I use my real name, and i've never had any problems. Don't think Rusty has, either.
I kind of like it... sometimes I get some really cool stuff on my inbox from really cool lurkers! One from here once send me a message telling me "you win at the internet" I'm still not sure what it means... but it was kind of cool.
I mean people I know in real life lurking in my internet world secretly.
Ohhhhhh! That's a whole different thing! How did you find out? Are checking ips who log on your face book? Do you then track em and find out that your local buttcher been checking out your profile a lot... A LOT? Please tell us more?
I hate it/them too. I never hid my profile or my name or anything because I figured that if someone wanted to go to the effort to sift through the hundreds of posts I write daily to find the stuff I may say about them than they deserve to know it.
But now that I know someone has done that and then thrown it back in my face I'm thinking again.
Ummm... only a few times my post from here have come to my real world and it was a coworker asking me why did I call him a stupid mother fucker... and it was kind of cool too... I had to explain why I posted what I've been telling him for years
It's nothing creepy like an ex-boyfriend. It's just a girlfriend of mine. It's just her being nosy. But I don't like that. She's snoopy in real life too and it bugs me. She's always looking through my stuff. Just plain old boring stuff like journals I have for my kids. It's not like there's anything secret in there. It's just weird to do without asking. You know? I come out of the bathroom and she's leafing through my mail...that sort of thing.
Booooooo! Is she hot? Maybe she has a crush on you... god damn it woman give me something to work with here! Maybe you getting really mad at this whole online stalking thing... and you planning on challenging her to a mud cat fight!?
Sorry, Fonoso. I know I'm lame. Gimme a couple more beers and I work up a better story for you.
Awesome! Add alcohol to it! And can you switch the mud for warm oil...? And only used Evangelion inspired swin suits? And cat ears? (Did I ever mention any of my sexual fantasies around here?
BunWat wrote: "Ewwwww Gretchen, if I came out of the bathroom and found someone going through my mail I'd be very annoyed!"Wtf! I tought chicks digged that! How else am I supposed to know what to talk about in our firts dates? I tought y'all took so long in the bathroom, and left the mail in the table so I could get a chance to catcht up! What's next? Y'all serius when y'all say "please don't send me any more dead animals"?
Oh wait! This same girlfriend and I actually did mud wrestle before! I can't believe I forgot that!!It was chocolate pudding not mud, but still!!! It was called mud wrestling and we did it in public in a ring and everything! WHOOO! I'm not lame.
BunWat wrote: "Ewwwww Gretchen, if I came out of the bathroom and found someone going through my mail I'd be very annoyed!"Thanks, Bunny.
Do you have pictures of this event, Gretchen?
Gretchen wrote: "No, thank God."Montambo wrote: "Do you have pictures of this event, Gretchen?"
Ok this calls for a recreation of the events so (insert lame excuse here), tambo you'll be playing greatchens's friend part... and wearing a replica of ayanami's white swin suit for the episode magma diver of evangelion... greatchen you'll be playing yourself and you get to wear a replica of asuka's for the same episode.... now somebody get some fucking puddin! Pronto!
Alright, Sarah. Get ready for an ass kicking then because I killed her.
Ha! If that fight were to happen... I got 20 on greatchen! Sorry tambo, but we all know you can't fight... remember your last bar fight?
I'm just telling you I killed my friend and Sarah's playing her in this re-enactment so she has to lose. If it were actually Sarah and I mud wrestling in Fooz's imagination it would be a much fairer fight I suspect. She would probably try to smother me with her boobs. Of course, that puts me in perfect position for the patented bikini-top-removal-defense. However, while I'm celebrating on the ropes, swinging it over my head, she's obviously going to yank me down by my ponytail, knock me flat on my back and then sit on my face. How am I supposed to get out of that one?
I think I remember ruining my boyfriend's suede jacket with that all that flying chocolate pudding, which is good because what kind of fag wears a suede jacket?
Gretchen wrote: "what kind of fag wears a suede jacket?"
A friend of mine got egged on Devil's Night outside St. Andrew's Hall after a Long Ryders show while wearing his worn-out FRINGED suede jacket. You see, he was going through a cow-punk phase.
But he wasn't a crack smasher.
A friend of mine got egged on Devil's Night outside St. Andrew's Hall after a Long Ryders show while wearing his worn-out FRINGED suede jacket. You see, he was going through a cow-punk phase.
But he wasn't a crack smasher.
Gretchen, I could hear Alfonso's "OOOHHHH YEEEAAAHHHHH!!!" all the way over on the West Coast.
Teresa wrote: "but was he a fudge packer??**
**Not that there is anything wrong with that"
No, he preferred clams over tube steaks.
**Not that there is anything wrong with that"
No, he preferred clams over tube steaks.
Fuck "tube steak" I hate that word. ICK!
But I enjoy the reference to vaginas as clams.
I'm not in love with it, especially when used as "bearded clam."However, hard to argue, as clams look EXACTLY like little Fenangii in as shell. I love steamed clams. I can't wait to go to the beach in a few weeks!!
Eh! wrote: "Gretchen, I could hear Alfonso's "OOOHHHH YEEEAAAHHHHH!!!" all the way over on the West Coast."Sorry... the noisy domican in me always comes out when exited!
Oh yeah, I'd lose. Every time I think I can fight, I end up on the ground in a few seconds.
Or maybe not. Maybe it's my fault for using my real name and being up-front about stuff. What do you think?