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I'm not much of a writer or artist or comedian or thought-provoker, but one fateful night I decided that this might be something fun. I don't really expect it to lead anywhere, but if you are one of few reading this, I hope that you stay around and enjoy my postings!

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Your Mom Likes This Post.

Mothers Day is just around the corner! The one day a year we take notice and thank our moms for everything they've done. I mean without them, who else would we have to sing commercial jingles like they were auditioning for American Idol? Or to make sure we receive nothing less than the very best in our love lives?
Yeah. You get the picture. I don't really know what else to say about Mothers day. I have like 3 mothers I need to do something for. STAY ON YOUR MOM'S GOOD SIDE. It'll come back and bite you in the ass if you don't. They are always right, they know what's best, and for the love of GOD say their cooking is the greatest thing you have ever tasted. Even if you don't believe so, don't dare to disagree. Exalt the mashed potatoes, if you have to.
Hm... What else is new. I got new glasses! And it's weird, ever since I got them things have been strange at school. This cute girl that I had (have.... had... whatever) a crush on started sitting next to me. And being really nice to me. And wanting to do work with me...
Why is this strange, you ask? Because prior to having glasses, she hasn't talked to me ONCE. Ever. I don't even think she knew I existed.
Also, I keep hearing "You look smart."
Does this mean that prior to having glasses, I looked stupid? If I were to take my glasses off, would a couple points drop from my IQ? I dunno. 
I told my mom about the girl mentioned previously. See above picture for the story of how that went down.
(Albeit slightly exaggerated, NOT BY MUCH. That's the sad thing. There was even a point where she asked if we've ever engaged in sexual activities. I wish I were joking about that. Just to screw with her, I told her I just made out with her. Teehee.)
I tied my hair in a ponytail. My brother likes to pull on it.
I'm just ranting at this point, but this post is too short for my liking, so you'll have to deal with it.
...Eh, screw it. I'll write again later. Until next time! DUN DUN DUNNNNN.
-Mr. Fox

Monday, May 2, 2011

Oh, Internet...

Many of you are familiar with a little site called Omegle. If you're not, this website gives you a random stranger to talk to. 99% of the time, this random stranger is an aroused guy trying to get some e-booty. My webcam is pretty low-resolution, and on account of my long hair, and how much of my face is covered by my glasses, many of these guys seem like desperate weirdos who have lowered their standards to an androgynous looking... thing. IE, me. Who can now look either like a very pretty guy or a very ugly girl. Anyway, my boredom gets the better of me sometimes, and I'll troll around a bit on there. I will be starting this post as of May 02, 2011. I will continually update with conversations from Omegle that I find humorous. Enjoy!


UPDATE: May 02, 2011




Stranger: can i see your boobs=]??
You: Not even a please?
Stranger: pleas=]
You: Fail spelling.
You: Try again.
Stranger: please=]*
You: Make it a complete sentence...
Stranger: May I please see your boobs?
You: I'm a guy, dipshit
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

 UPDATE: May 02, 2011



Stranger: hi
You: hiya
Stranger: do u show? if i show too
You: show what?
Stranger: [omitted] 
You:  You'll have to ask nicer than that, buddy boy.
Stranger: Prtty plz with a cherry on top may i see ur [omitted] ill do anything u want.
You: Anything, huh? Will you sing me a song?

(Stranger began to sing "I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Houston)
You: Didn't impress me. Do a dance.
Stranger: really. ok what do u want me to do
You: Do the macarena.
Stranger: the macarena...

(I have a very deep laugh, and sadly enough I couldn't hold it anymore. He did it.  I would have toyed with this guy a lot more if I had the chance... He seemed desperate.)
Your conversational partner has disconnected.