Last night I got a message from someone.

Title of message: aaasaaa
Content of message: Hi <name>

Clearly someone who has discovered the lost art of communication!

Yeah, that’s weird. I can see “Hi” as an acceptable introduction on IM, but in a quasi-email you need to provide something to respond to. Was he in the Philipines? I get some of those.

I always wanted to meet someone with an obvious language barrier, seems like fun.

Looking at his profile, my assumption is he was drunk at the time.

Yeah, the inability to effectively communicate is a riot.

What I meant is that learning to effectively communicate with someone that’s not fluent could be yet another bonding component in the relationship. Much like when starting a physical relationship, you get to learn how your partner works. Guess I’m a bit weird in that I like learning alot about whomever I’m with, it’s intriguing to me.

I like learning about my girlfriend… by talking to her. If she had a sexy British accent, that would be awesome.

That would be a definite bonus.

ding ding ding ding ding… we have a winner :)

Oh sure, until your rolling around in bed and she whispers for you to put your banger in her boot and you start slapping her foot like a fool. Not wanting to look ignorant you claim that you know what she means and you ask her to put her banger in your boot first (thinking you are so clever).

Looking concerned she says she doesn’t have a banger, so at least you have that figured out. Thinking quickly you grab the TIVO remote on the nightstand and ask her to use that.

My god the pain, she was so strong. It was like driving a truck through an innertube.

On the positive side, I finally figured out how to record two shows at once.

This thread needs more of this quality, guys. Everyone, take note.

A hot woman with a British accent would be totally worth that.

That may be the funniest thing I’ve read this year. The setup was perfect, the buildup exquisitely uncomfortable, and the punch line both powerful and unanticipated.

I’d bet a buck that if we looked at all your posts from the last year or so, at least 10% of them would be to or about Rimbo (and primarily derogatory) spread across numerous threads. That doesn’t mean you reply every time he posts, but it does portend a strange need to respond.

So we’ve gone from “every time Rimbo ever posts, ever” to “maybe 1 out of 10 times, maybe?” You really nailed me there, shift6.

Just because I like trolling Rimbo on the more hilarious aspects of his Qt3 personality it doesn’t equate to a need. Mostly, it equates to boredom or procrastination.

That was like a precious piece of art, to be observed and treasured.

Hey, yea wow. Somebody go on a fucking date already, jesus!

WORKING ON IT.

One of the results of the weekend of feeling alone and lonely and shit is that now I am apparently taking somebody to see the Chronicles of Narnia exhibit at the Museum of Natural History.

I wish I could think of a joke about that. I really, really do. I’m boring, though, so maybe somebody a little more lively should throw in here in the event that the woman I am seeing turns out to be just a very nice person and does not attempt to wire a circuit between my nipples, my anus, and a nine-volt battery.

Wait. Is the electrified-anus thing the good outcome or the bad outcome here?