I amuse (I am Hughes.)
**LEGAL DISCLAIMER** Hughes. does not accept any responsibility for feelings of inadequacy brought on by the realisation that he is funnier more intelligent and better looking than you.
A typical chat... but this mischevious idler bides his time
batty boy: Hey tiger-grrl, where you from? tiger-grrl: asl's everyone? Batty-boy: anyone got pics? spangle: ho, you should check out that "All your base" site, it r0xx!
I don't know, I like the sexual tension, and if we actually did it, that would be gone forever.
You prefer the anticipation of sex to sex itself?
Well, no. The thing is, if I imagine I'm having sex with you when I wank, I get most of the benefits of real sex, but I don't have to get to know you or buy you drinks beforehand.
I get a lot if this.
If you have any photo's of yourself naked I could borrow, it would realy help. A quick squeeze of your tits wouldn't hurt either.
I've been asked to get you to explain what all this "Sherman or Donald?" business is about.
It's pretty bloody obvious isn't it? Sherman Tank is a "Wank", Donald Duck is a...... well you can work it out for yourself.
So it's about people who talk themselves out of sex, so they don't compromise their unrealisticly high standards, which leads to a life of unsatisfying masturbation?
So favus, it looks like Shelley still fancies you after all.
Yes, she obviously realised you developed your sense of humour because it's the only way people would hang around someone as hideous as you.
Harsh but fair. Of course we have no idea that Shelley isn't hideous too, she could be using that attractive character to lure gullible men into cyb0r.
Yes, she could be hideous and you STILL aren't good looking enough for her.
Still at least my Mum's not in a .... oh wait, she is.
Thanks, I was in Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video you know?
Really, what was he like? I hear he's a real perfectionist.
Oh, yeah, he had to have everything perfect. I spent 8 hours in makeup and he said I still didn't look like a corpse, so he had me killed, just for the realism.
Wow, you must be really angry!
Yeah, fancy upsetting the make-up lady like that, she tried her best!
Hello, it's me again, Connie, which, as you have probably already guessed, is short for "Condescending"
You must be Sherlock Holmes, yes, really her.
I want you to join AOL because regular work in adverts is hard to come by for a hideous crone like me, and the more succesful this ad campaign is, the more work I get.
Maybe she'll even be able to afford a decent haircut!
Fishboy = exception to the rule
You wil also get the added benefit of the mere glimpse of "@aol.com" in your e-mail address marking you out as a pariah of the Internet.
Doug's friends have grown tired of listening to his doubts about the meaning of life. He goes to the only person left who will listen.
I mean, is that all is there is to life? Dancing in shit? Surely there's more?
Hmm.
I just can't see what my purpose in life is. All I do is try not to get eaten, find shit, dance in it and then go to bed and do it all again the next day.
Mm-hmm.
Should I be searching for more? Should I try to rise above basic genetic programming and try to find something worthwhile to do with my time? I feel so lost.
Look, I've listened to your crap like you asked, now do you have a can opener or not?
As far as I can see you've got it pretty easy. Look at me, I've got bills to pay, taxes to pay, a car to run, and I have to work a crummy job that I hate.
What else?
Well, if I come home after stepping in dog shit, my wife goes "GOD! Get out of the house! Don't you ever look where you're walking you idiot?"
So?
If you step in dog shit, all friends go "Wow, that is so cool! Where did you find it? You're great man!" You're an instant hero! If only my life was as simple.
I guess I really am better off than you. Now I know why you've taken to living in trash can.