Feb 23, 2006 17:22
So today I was perusing through www.datefloor.com in an attempt to find a most suitable mate, when I recieved a private message from another user. The name was "LimpBizkitRox90" and it confused me as to who this person was. It wasn't only about five minutes into the conversation that I was soon aware. This chatting website would not allow me to cut and paste the actual font/size/color that it was originally written in, so I had to resort to pasting all of this from Notepad. I highlighted my name in bold for all the dipshits out there.
TheHolidayBear: So...who are you again? I don't think we've ever met.
LimpBizkitRox90: Hehe
TheHolidayBear: No seriously, who the hell is this...I have alot of fish to catch, son.
LimpBizkitRox90: HEHEHEH. well i wrut to you on livejournel.com and pretended to fight with you on a screenName i made up
TheHolidayBear: Oh?
LimpBizkitRox90: :) yea..I thut it would be funni so i made up a name to harras you cuz i have a secret confesion to make
TheHolidayBear: Oh dear god...
LimpBizkitRox90: ever sinc i saw you on that webfinder i found you most attractive and had fantasys about giving you a blowjob! :P
TheHolidayBear: Ahh. So that explains it, eh? So what do you plan to do now, after I grabbed you by that stupid baseball hat I'm sure you're wearing and tossed your worthless ass off a balcony?
LimpBizkitRox90: well i knew you came on this website to chat many times before, that's actually how i found u. and sadly enough i think i am going to stop posting on ur livejournel because you embarasssed me and i spent most of the night crying and my mom took me out for icecream and then i stopped cryin and everything was okay after tat
TheHolidayBear: Sounds like an eventful evening full of disappointments, and you being the worst disgrace of it. So I won't be expecting you anymore on my Livejournal, kid?
LimpBizkitRox90: hehehehehee, no
TheHolidayBear: Call me sir, you subvervient little bitch.
LimpBizkitRox90: =P yes sir
LimpBizkitRox90 has left the channel.
Well hot damn. Sometimes, I really don't know how I find myself in situations like these, but when it calls for me to swat down some insignificant fly once and for all I will do it. Just to warn any pussy out there who thinks it's a great idea to fuck with a polar bear. It's not.
Killing fools for centuries and making them cry for mother,
The Holiday Bear.