
Remember when you were 12 and you spent many hours of your day trying to convince fat horny strangers that you were some bang'n big titted stripper via AOL chat rooms? Ahh, memories. Get nostalgic with this creepy site.
While we're on the topic of creepy/guilty pleasures of mine, some others include:

Following the facebook status updates of a d-bagolo I went to high school with whom I'll call Don Bored. Some highlights include "Track Jacket + Suit Jacket + Diesel Jeans + Pliner shoes + Armani Watch & Diamonds = Fresh to Death" and lets not forget "Me + Rollerblades + DeliverINDY Shirt + Monon = Monon Marketing!". Well, at least that Don Bored "Doesn't Waste His Talent". Vom

Following the facebook status updates of a d-bagolo I went to high school with whom I'll call Don Bored. Some highlights include "Track Jacket + Suit Jacket + Diesel Jeans + Pliner shoes + Armani Watch & Diamonds = Fresh to Death" and lets not forget "Me + Rollerblades + DeliverINDY Shirt + Monon = Monon Marketing!". Well, at least that Don Bored "Doesn't Waste His Talent". Vom
This is one of the 6 pictures he has uploaded since he left his house at 4 am to drive his girlfriend to a preliminary beauty pageant thing in southern Indiana.
I can't talk about creepy past times without mentioning the bizarre Craigslist Missed Connections posts from a girl who goes by The Stupid Lamb and is completely infatuated with James Franco. She has written him songs, poems, drawn spooky fan art, and even arranged a Sleepless-in-Seattle style meet up if he'd like to participate.

This is what my first chat there looked like:
ReplyDeleteConnecting to server...
Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: hi
You: hello
Stranger: from?
You: Isn't that the point...?
You: Do you com here often?
You: come*
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
I guess they just wanted to hook up. Lamezzz
ha, my first conversation was just some guy screaming at me in Italian (I assume he intended his all caps to be screams)
ReplyDeletebut then I tried it again and I got some very pleasant British man living in the south of France and working as a wine exporter. he was quite charming and entertaining and then just as quickly as he entered my life he left to go for a bike ride in the hills
oh, god
ReplyDeletemine went
what does marcellus wallace look like?
gagged. ( i had to google that one )
does he look like a bitch?
i want a new stranger
(and they signed off....)
i'm not so sure i'm into this
ha, film geeks not your style?
ReplyDeleteYea, that fat horny stranger.. That was me, a skinny horny teenager.
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