| My correspondence with Nigerian scammers |
[Mar. 28th, 2009|01:09 am] |
So, one day I got an e-mail from a rich merchant from Dubai who was about to die and wanted ME to help him give his money away to charity. Why me? Because I'm good looking. He did not specifically say so, but I know that was the reason. Anyway, we began corresponding and soon we became very close, confiding each other our deepest secrets and aspirations, sharing the good times and helping one another endure through the bad.
This is the story of me and my 'Dear friend'.
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[Mar. 27th, 2009|12:18 am] |
I am now officially a twit: http://twitter.com/mrmxy
I wish I could join twatter.com to make that official as well, but the site is currently down. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2009|02:57 am] |
1: Wally!
2: Yeah? Sorry?
1: It's me! Valeria!
2: ...Oh my God, Valeria!
1: Do you remember me? From school?
2: Of course I remember you! I used to masturbate to you all the time!
1: Really...?
2: Really! All the time. Twice a day.
1: I can't believe it...
2: Why not? I mean, you were always quite a sight, if you don't mind me saying so... I don't wanna embarass you or anything.
1: No, because I used to masturbate to you too!
2: You're kidding me.
1: I really did! All the time, too!
2: But you--
1: Remember that time you helped me with that, what was it, that math assignment?
2: Do I! I almost broke my wrist when I got home.
1: Well, I DID! I broke my middle finger! As soon as you left.
2: ...so THAT'S why you had that thing in your hand for a month! That looked awkward.
1: You have no idea. But I just couldn't help myself.
2: But Val, you used to hang out with all those big manly sport jocks and such...
1: Yeah, but I always had a thing for scrawny effeminate geeks. I gave blow jobs to everyone in the honor roll at least once...
2: I knew I shouldn't have applied myself more in chemistry...
1: ...but YOU were the one I liked the most, Wally. I had this fantasy where we did it in the gym locker while you worked out the square root of 497 on a calculator.
2: This is incredible... I had the EXACT same fantasy. Except I didn't use a calculator, I didn't need one. But, hey, how come you never said anything...?
1: I couldn't. I liked you so much, I had multiple orgasms whenever you came close.
2: I thought you were gagging! God... So, what are you up to? What's up with you?
1: Oh, I'm a lesbian now.
2: That's great.
1: Yeah! See ya, Wally! Take care!
2: Yeah. See ya. |
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