Disclaimer: I did not write this, I do however feel that this is probably the first mainstream example of trolling before people actually realised how magnificent it is to catch some unsuspecting moron. So with out any further delay, please enjoy, The Saga of Blood Ninja.
Original link: http://www.megalomaniac.com/~andrew/funny/bloodcyber.html
Bloodninja: I lick your earlobe, and undo your watch.
Sarah19fca: mmmm, okay.
Bloodninja: I take yo pants off, grunting like a troll.
Sarah19fca: Yeah I like it rough.
Bloodninja: I smack you thick booty.
Sarah19fca: Oh yeah, that feels good.
Bloodninja: Smack, Smack, yeeeaahhh.
Bloodninja: I make some toast and eat it off your ass. Land O’ Lakes butter all in your crack. Mmmm.
Sarah19fca: you like that?
Bloodninja: I peel some bananas.
Sarah19fca: Oh, what are you gonna do with those?
Bloodninja: get me peanuts. Peanuts from the ballpark.
Bloodninja: Ken Griffey Jr. Yeaaaaahhh.
Sarah19fca: What are you talking about?
Bloodninja: I’m spent, I jump down into the alley and smoke a fatty. I throw rocks at the cats.
Sarah19fca: This is stupid.
Bloodninja: Stone Cold Steve Austin gives me some beer.
Bloodninja: Wanna Wrestle Stone Cold?
Bloodninja: Its cool stone cold she was a bitch anyway.
Bloodninja: We get on harleys and ride into the sunset.
Bloodninja: Wanna cyber?
DirtyKate: K, but don’t tell anybody 😉
DirtyKate: Who are you?
Bloodninja: I’ve got blond hair, blue eyes, I work out a lot
Bloodninja: And I have a part time job delivering for Papa John’s in my Geo Storm.
DirtyKate: You sound sexy.. I bet you want me in the back of your car..
Bloodninja: Maybe some other time. You should call up Papa John’s and make an order
DirtyKate: Haha! OK
DirtyKate: Hello! I’d like an extra-EXTRA large pizza just dripping with sauce.
Bloodninja: Well, first they would say, “Hello, this is Papa John’s, how may I help you”, then they tell you the specials, and then you would make your order. So that’s an X-Large. What toppings do you want?
DirtyKate: I want everything, baby!
Bloodninja: Is this a delivery?
DirtyKate: So you’re bringing the pizza to my house now? Cause I’m home alone… and I think I’ll take a shower…
Bloodninja: Good. It will take about fifteen minutes to cook, and then I’ll drive to your house.
DirtyKate:I’m almost finished with my shower… Hurry up!
Bloodninja: You can’t hurry good pizza.
Bloodninja: I’m on my way now though
DirtyKate: So you’re at my front door now.
Bloodninja: How did you know?
Bloodninja: I knock but you can’t hear me cause you’re in the shower. So I let myself in, and walk inside. I put the pizza down on your coffee table.
Bloodninja: Are you ready to get nasty, baby? I’m as hot as a pizza oven
DirtyKate: ooohh yeah. I step out of the shower and I’m all wet and cold. Warm me up baby
Bloodninja: So you’re still in the bathroom?
DirtyKate: Yeah, I’m wrapping a towel around myself.
Bloodninja: I can no longer resist the pizza. I open the box and unzip my pants with my other hand. As I penetrate the gooey cheese, I moan in ecstacy. The mushrooms and Italian sausage are rough, but the sauce is deliciously soothing. I blow my load in seconds. As you leave the bathroom, I exit through the front door….
DirtyKate: What the fuck?
DirtyKate: You perverted piece of s**t
Bloodninja: Wanna cyber?
MommyMelissa: Sure, you into vegetables?
Bloodninja: What like gardening an s**t?
MommyMelissa: Yeah, something like that.
Bloodninja: Nuthin turns me on more, check this out
Bloodninja: You bend over to harvest your radishes.
MommyMelissa: is that it?
Bloodninja: You water your tomato patch.
Bloodninja: Are you ready for my fresh produce?
MommyMelissa: I was thinking of like, sexual acts INVOLVING vegetables… Can you make it a little more sexy for me?
Bloodninja: I touch you on your lettuce, you massage my spinach… Sexily.
Bloodninja: I ride your buttocks, like they were amber waves of grains.
MommyMelissa: Grain doesn’t really turn me on… I was thinking more along the lines of carrots and zucchinis.
Bloodninja: my zucchinis carresses your carrots.
Bloodninja: Damn baby your right, this s**t is HOT.
Bloodninja: My turnips listen for the soft cry of your love. My insides turn to celery as I unleash my warm and sticky cauliflower of love.
MommyMelissa: What the f**k is this madlibs? I’m outta here.
Bloodninja: Yah, well I already unleashed my cauliflower, all over your olives, and up in your eyes. Now you can’t see. B**ch.
Bloodninja: Baby, I been havin a tough night so treat me nice aight?
Bloodninja: Slip out of those pants baby, yeah.
BritneySpears14: I slip out of my pants, just for you, Bloodninja.
Bloodninja: Oh yeah, aight. Aight, I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: Oh, I like to play dress up.
Bloodninja: Me too baby.
BritneySpears14: I kiss you softly on your chest.
Bloodninja: I cast Lvl 3 Eroticism. You turn into a real beautiful woman.
Bloodninja: I meditate to regain my mana, before casting Lvl 8 Penis of the Infinite.
BritneySpears14: Funny I still don’t see it.
Bloodninja: I spend my mana reserves to cast Mighty of the Beyondness.
BritneySpears14: You are the worst cyber partner ever. This is ridiculous.
Bloodninja: Don’t f**k with me biznitch, I’m the mightiest sorcerer of the lands.
Bloodninja: I steal yo soul and cast Lightning Lvl 1,000,000 Your body explodes into a fine bloody mist, because you are only a Lvl 2 Druid.
BritneySpears14: Don’t ever message me again you piece.
Bloodninja: Robots are trying to drill my brain but my lightning shield inflicts DOA attack, leaving the robots as flaming piles of metal.
Bloodninja: King Arthur congratulates me for destroying Dr. Robotnik’s evil army of Robot Socialist Republics. The cold war ends. Reagan steals my accomplishments and makes like it was cause of him.
Bloodninja: You still there baby? I think it’s getting hard now.
Bloodninja: Ok baby, we got to hurry, I don’t know how long I can keep it ready for you.
j_gurli13: thats ok. ok i’m a japanese schoolgirl, what r u.
Bloodninja: A Rhinocerus. Well, hung like one, thats for sure.
j_gurli13: haha, ok lets go.
j_gurli13: i put my hand through ur hair, and kiss u on the neck.
Bloodninja: I stomp the ground, and snort, to alert you that you are in my breeding territory.
j_gurli13: haha, ok, u know that turns me on.
j_gurli13: i start unbuttoning ur shirt.
Bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don’t wear shirts.
j_gurli13: No, ur not really a Rhinocerus silly, it’s just part of the game.
Bloodninja: Rhinoceruses don’t play games. They f**king charge your ass.
j_gurli13: stop, cmon be serious.
Bloodninja: It doesn’t get any more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass.
Bloodninja: I stomp my feet, the dust stirs around my tough skinned feet.
j_gurli13: thats it.
Bloodninja: Nostrils flaring, I lower my head. My horn, like some phallic symbol of my potent virility, is the last thing you see as skulls collide and mine remains the victor. You are now a bloody red ragdoll suspended in the air on my mighty horn.
Bloodninja: F**k am I hard now.
BritneySpears14: Ok, are you ready?
eminemBNJA: Aight, yeah I’m ready.
BritneySpears14: I like your music Em… Tee hee.
eminemBNJA: huh huh, yeah, I make it for the ladies.
BritneySpears14: Mmm, we like it a lot. Let me show you.
BritneySpears14: I take off your pants, slowly, and massage your muscular physique.
eminemBNJA: Oh I like that Baby. I put on my robe and wizard hat.
BritneySpears14: What the f**k, I told you not to message me again.
eminemBNJA: Oh s**t
BritneySpears14: I swear if you do it one more time I’m gonna report your ISP and say you were sending me kiddie porn you f((k up.
eminemBNJA: Oh s((t
eminemBNJA: damn I gotta write down your names or something
Bloodninja: who is this?
sweet17: just a someone?
Bloodninja: A someone I know?
Bloodninja: Then why the hell are you bothering me?
sweet17: well sorrrrrry
sweet17: I just wanted to chat with you
sweet17: nevermind your an jerk
Bloodninja: Hey wait a minute
Bloodninja: look I’m sorry. I’m just a little paranoid
sweet17: of what?
Bloodninja: No. I’m in hiding.
Bloodninja: Don’t f**king laugh at me!
Bloodninja: This s**t is serious!
sweet17: What are you hiding from?
Bloodninja: The cops.
sweet17: gimme a f**king break
Bloodninja: I’m serious.
sweet17: I don’t get it
Bloodninja: The cops are after me.
sweet17: For what?
Bloodninja: I’m wanted in three states
Bloodninja: It’s kind of embarrasing.
Bloodninja: I had sex with a turkey.
sweet17: You are f**king sick.
Bloodninja: Send me your picture.
Bloodninja: so I know you aren’t one of them.
sweet17: One of what?
Bloodninja: The cops.
sweet17: I’m not a cop i told you
Bloodninja: Then send me your picture.
sweet17: hold on
Bloodninja: Hurry up.
Bloodninja: Are you there?
Bloodninja: F**k you, cop!
sweet17: Hey sorry
sweet17: I had to do something for my mom.
Bloodninja: I thought you were trying to find a picture to send to me.
Bloodninja: When really you were notifying the authorities.
Bloodninja: Weren’t you!?
sweet17: thats not it
Bloodninja: Then what?
sweet17: I don’t want to send you the picture cause I’m not pretty
Bloodninja: Most cops aren’t
sweet17: IM NOT A F**KING COP YOU A**HOLE!
Bloodninja: Then send me the picture.
sweet17: fine. What’s your e-mail?
Bloodninja: Just send it through here.
sweet17: alright *PIC*
sweet17: Did you get it?
Bloodninja: Hold on. I’m looking.
sweet17: That was me back in may
sweet17: I’ve lost weight since then.
Bloodninja: I hope so
sweet17: that hurt my feelings.
Bloodninja: Did it?
sweet17: Yes. I’m not that much smaller than that now.
Bloodninja: Will it make you feel better if I send you my picture?
Bloodninja: Alright let me find it.
Bloodninja: Okay here it is. *PIC*
sweet17: this isn’t you.
Bloodninja: I’ll be damned if it ain’t!
sweet17: You don’t look like that.
Bloodninja: How the hell do you know?
sweet17: cause your profile has another picture.
Bloodninja: The profile pic is a fake.
Bloodninja: I use it to hide from the cops.
sweet17: You look like the Farm Fresh guy lol
Bloodninja: Well, you look like you ATE the Farm Fresh guy….
Bloodninja: Not to mention all the groceries.
sweet17: Go f**k yourself
Bloodninja: I was going to until I saw that picture
Bloodninja: Now my unit won’t get hard for a week.
sweet17: I shouldn’t have sent you that picture.
sweet17: You’ve done nothing but slam me.
sweet17: you hurt me.
Bloodninja: And calling me the Farm Fresh guy doesn’t hurt me?
sweet17: I thought you were bullcrapping me!
Bloodninja: Why would I do that?
sweet17: I can’t believe that cops are after you
Bloodninja: I can’t believe Santa lets you sit on his lap..
sweet17: F((K YOU!!!
Bloodninja: You’d break both of his legs.
sweet17: You’re a F**KING A**HOLE!
sweet17: I’ve been teased my whole life because of my weight
sweet17: and you make fun of me when you don’t even know me
Bloodninja: Ok. I’m sorry.
sweet17: No you aren’t
Bloodninja: You’re right. I’m not.
sweet17: I’m done with you
Bloodninja: Aww. I’m sorry.
sweet17: I’m putting you on ignore
Bloodninja: Wait a sec
Bloodninja: We got off on the wrong foot.
Bloodninja: Wanna start over?
Bloodninja: I’ll eat your kitty
sweet17: You’ll what?
Bloodninja: You heard me.
Bloodninja: I said I’d eat your kitty.
sweet17: I thought you said you couldn’t get it hard after seeing my picture
Bloodninja: Do I need a hard-on to eat your kitty?
sweet17: I’d like to know that the man eating me out is excited yes
Bloodninja: Well I’m not like most men.
Bloodninja: I get excited in different ways.
sweet17: Like what?
Bloodninja: Do you really wanna know?
sweet17: I don’t know
Bloodninja: You have to tell me yes or no.
sweet17: I’m afraid to
Bloodninja: cause why?
sweet17: well lets see
sweet17: you say you have sex with turkeys. You call me fat. then you wanna eat me out
sweet17: doesn’t that seem strange to you?
sweet17: well its strange to me
Bloodninja: Fine. I won’t do it if you don’t want me to
sweet17: I didn’t say that
Bloodninja: So is that a yes?
sweet17: I guess so.
Bloodninja: Ok. I need your help getting excited though.
Bloodninja: Are you willing?
sweet17: What do you need me to do?
Bloodninja: I need you talk like a pirate.
Bloodninja: When I start to go limp… you say “HARRRR!!!”
sweet17: You can’t be serious
Bloodninja: Oh yes I am!
Bloodninja: It’s my fantasy.
sweet17: this is retarded
Bloodninja: Do you want it or not?
sweet17: Yes I want it.
Bloodninja: Then you’ll do it for me?
Bloodninja: Ok. Here we go.
Bloodninja: I gently remove your panties and being to massage your thighs.
Bloodninja: You get really juicy thinking about my tounge brushing up against them
Bloodninja: I softly begin to tounge your wet kitty.
Bloodninja: I run my tounge up and down your smooth c**t.
sweet17: mmmm yeah
Bloodninja: uh oh …going limp.
Bloodninja: You gotta do better than that!
Bloodninja: Your picture was really bad.
Bloodninja: Ahhhh. Much better. I feel your kitty get more moist with every stroke.
Bloodninja: I softly suck on your cl*t bringing it in and out of my mouth.
Bloodninja: Your juices run down my chin as your scent makes its way to my nose.
Bloodninja: I begin to feel empowered by your femininity.
sweet17: mmmmmm you are good
Bloodninja: I feel your thighs tighten as I suck harder
Bloodninja: going limp
Bloodninja: Mmmm I grab your swelling buttocks in my hands.
Bloodninja: You begin to sway back and forth.
Bloodninja: going limp
sweet17: this is stupid
Bloodninja: …still limp
Bloodninja: Do it!
Bloodninja: I turn you around to lick your a**hole.
Bloodninja: I pry apart that battleship you call your ass.
Bloodninja: I see poo nuggets hanging from the hair around your ass.
Bloodninja: They stink really bad.
sweet17: OMG STOP!!!
Bloodninja: I start to get fed up with your ugly ass
Bloodninja: I tear off your wooden peg leg.
Bloodninja: I ram it up your ass.
sweet17: YOURE A F**KING PYSCHO!!
Bloodninja: Then I pour hot carmel over your head.
Bloodninja: And turn you into a f**king candy apple…
Bloodninja: I kick you in the face!
sweet17: F**K YOU A**HOLE!!
Bloodninja: The celluloid from your cheeks hits the side of the cabin…
Bloodninja: Your parrot flys away.
Bloodninja: …going limp again.
Bloodninja: Say it!
Wellhung: Hello, Sweetheart. What do you look like?
Sweetheart: I am wearing a red silk blouse, a miniskirt and high heels. I work out every day, I’m toned and perfect. My measurements are 36-24-36. What do you look like?
Wellhung: I’m 6’3″ and about 280 pounds.I wear glasses and I have on a pair of blue sweat pants I just bought from Walmart.I’m also wearing a T-shirt with a few spots of barbecue sauce on it from dinner…it smells funny.
Sweetheart: I want you.Would you like to screw me?
Sweetheart: We’re in my bedroom.There’s soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table.I’m looking up into your eyes, smiling. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge.
Wellhung: I’m gulping, I’m beginning to sweat.
Sweetheart: I’m pulling up your shirt and kissing your chest.
Wellhung: Now I’m unbuttoning your blouse.My hands are trembling.
Sweetheart: I’m moaning softly.
Wellhung: I’m taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly.
Sweetheart: I’m throwing my head back in pleasure.The cool silk slides off my warm skin.I’m rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing.
Wellhung: My hand suddenly jerks spastically and accidentally rips a hole in your blouse.I’m sorry.
Sweetheart: That’s OK, it wasn’t really too expensive.
Wellhung: I’ll pay for it.
Sweetheart: Don’t worry about it.I’m wearing a lacy black bra.My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.
Wellhung: I’m fumbling with the clasp on your bra.I think it’s stuck. Do you have any scissors?
Sweetheart: I take your hand and kiss it softly.I’m reaching back undoing the clasp. The bra slides off my body. The air caresses my breasts. My nipples are erect for you.
Wellhung: How did you do that? I’m picking up the bra and inspecting the clasp.
Sweetheart: I’m arching my back. Oh baby. I just want to feel your tongue all over me.
Wellhung: I’m dropping the bra. Now I’m licking your, you know, breasts. They’re neat!
Sweetheart: I’m running my fingers through your hair. Now I’m nibbling your ear.
Wellhung: I suddenly sneeze. Your breasts are covered with spit and phlegm.
Wellhung: I’m so sorry. Really.
Sweetheart: I’m wiping your phlegm off my breasts with the remains of my blouse.
Wellhung: I’m taking the sopping wet blouse from you. I drop it with a plop.
Sweetheart: OK. I’m pulling your sweat pants down and rubbing your hard tool.
Wellhung: I’m screaming like a woman. Your hands are cold! Yeeee!
Sweetheart: I’m pulling up my miniskirt. Take off my panties.
Wellhung: I’m pulling off your panties. My tongue is going all over, in and out nibbling on you…umm… wait a minute.
Sweetheart: What’s the matter?
Wellhung: I’ve got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I’m choking.
Sweetheart: Are you OK?
Wellhung: I’m having a coughing fit. I’m turning all red.
Sweetheart: Can I help?
Wellhung: I’m running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I’m fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups?
Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink.
Wellhung: I’m drinking a cup of water. There, that’s better.
Sweetheart: Come back to me, lover.
Wellhung: I’m washing the cup now.
Sweetheart: I’m on the bed arching for you.
Wellhung: I’m drying the cup. Now I’m putting it back in the cabinet. And now I’m walking back to the bedroom. Wait, it’s dark, I’m lost. Where’s the bedroom?
Sweetheart: Last door on the left at the end of the hall.
Wellhung: I found it.
Sweetheart: I’m tuggin’ off your pants. I’m moaning. I want you so badly.
Wellhung: Me too.
Sweetheart: Your pants are off. I kiss you passionately-our naked bodies pressing each other.
Wellhung: Your face is pushing my glasses into my face. It hurts.
Sweetheart Why don’t you take off your glasses?
Wellhung: OK, but I can’t see very well without them. I place the glasses on the night table.
Sweetheart: I’m bending over the bed. Give it to me, baby!
Wellhung: I have to pee. I’m fumbling my way blindly across the room and toward the bathroom.
Sweetheart: Hurry back, lover.
Wellhung: I find the bathroom and it’s dark. I’m feeling around for the toilet. I lift the lid.
Sweetheart: I’m waiting eagerly for your return.
Wellhung: I’m done going. I’m feeling around for the flush handle, but I can’t find it. Uh-oh!
Sweetheart: What’s the matter now?
Wellhung: I’ve realized that I’ve peed into your laundry hamper. Sorry again. I’m walking back to the bedroom now, blindly feeling my way.
Sweetheart: Mmm, yes. Come on.
Wellhung: OK, now I’m going to put my…you know …thing…in your…you know…woman’s thing.
Sweetheart: Yes! Do it, baby! Do it!
Wellhung: I’m touching your smooth butt. It feels so nice. I kiss your neck. Umm, I’m having a little trouble here.
Sweetheart: I’m moving my ass back and forth, moaning. I can’t stand it another second! Slide in! Screw me now!
Wellhung: I’m flaccid.
Wellhung: I’m limp. I can’t sustain an erection.
Sweetheart: I’m standing up and turning around; an incredulous look on my face.
Wellhung: I’m shrugging with a sad look on my face, my weiner all floppy. I’m going to get my glasses and see what’s wrong.
Sweetheart: No, never mind. I’m getting dressed. I’m putting on my underwear. Now I’m putting on my wet nasty blouse.
Wellhung: No wait! Now I’m squinting, trying to find the night table. I’m feeling along the dresser, knocking over cans of hair spray, picture frames and your candles.
Sweetheart: I’m buttoning my blouse. Now I’m putting on my shoes.
Wellhung: I’ve found my glasses. I’m putting them on. My God! One of our candles fell on the curtain. The curtain is on fire! I’m pointing at it, a shocked look on my face.
Sweetheart: Go to hell. I’m logging off, you loser!
Wellhung: Now the carpet is on fire! Oh noooo!
I.F.: You ready yet? Im bearing to go!
SexyKarla17: Yhea im slipping out of my clothes right now, what do you look like?
I.F.: a Kodiac bear
I.F.: Im soft naked, fuzzy and waiting for you to come mount me
SexyKarla17: Oh I love cute fuzzy bears, I walk up and get on top of you stroking your soft hair, kissing you gently as my move my way down your stomach
I.F.: I growl to warm you my cubs are near
I.F.: Bears get f**kin pumped when anyone is near their cubs
Sexkarla17: yhea hehe dont be silly..
SexyKarla17: I love how you growl as I continue to kiss you, while taking off your pants.
I.F.: Bears dont wear pants and you should cover yourself in Honey now
SexyKarla17: hehe you would love to lick that off me huh. I pour honey all over my warm wet body waiting for you to start licking it off me slowly
I.F.: I sniff the air to see where the sweet scent of the honey is coming from, while slowly snorting and walking towards you
I.F.: I Growl again, and start to bite you
SexyKarla17: Yhea that feels good..ooooo…not too hard now
I.F.: I bite harder peeling flesh from your stomach, and look up into your eyes to show you my mouth dripping with your warm blood mixed with honey, I then I let my cubs rip apart your limbs and play with you like a ragdoll.
SexyKarla17: what the f**k?
I.F.:uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh and im spent.
I.F.: My s**t is hard you ready to jump aboard?
1hOttYeVe: oh yea im so wet right now
I.F.: Why you just shower?
1hOttYeVe: no im wet for you
I.F.: Did you ever play with supersoakers when you were a kid? or that gator s**t you would dive and slide down, there was that badass pool at the end of it.
1hOttYeVe: What the f**k are you talking about? You wanna cyber or not?
I.F.: I do! Sorry…I just didnt know why you were wet…then you say your wet for me, and im thinking I didnt even throw water on you…
I.F.: Im sorry lets continue!
1hOttYeVe: alright then…I walk over to you and start kissing your neck and chest
I.F.: I pop like 16 boners
1hOttYeVe: what the f**k!
Partner6: So you’re really a 18 yr old girl right?
J-Dogg: Yeah, J for Julie.
Partner6: So whats with the “Dogg”
J-Dogg: Uh, It’s cause I’m into the latina gangs and shit. You know, rollin with tha homies and shit.
Partner6: Oh, uh ok thats cool. So you ever seen a gun?
J-Dogg: Yeah like I got 6 guns.
Partner6: Thats cool, so you wanna see my gun?
J-Dogg: hehe, of course baby.
Partner6: I pull off my pants and show you my “gun”.
J-Dogg: Ohh, it’s so big.
Partner6: Yeah, what you want to do?
J-Dogg: Umm, i guess stroke it or something.
Partner6: It likes that.
Partner6: Keep talking to me baby…
J-Dogg: I kiss you on the mouth, hard, but then gently.
Partner6: Mmmm, daddy like.
J-Dogg: I unzip my pants…
Partner6: Yes, show me what you got.
J-Dogg: I pull out my schlong, and rub it on your breasts…
J-Dogg: Oh s**t, I meant, your schlong! your schlong!
Partner6: I’ve had it with you queers trying to cyber me, I only f**k women…
J-Dogg: S**it just don’t shoot me man, I wasn’t serious about the guns I have, I’m unarmed!
Partner6: You dips**t.
J-Dogg: I whimper to myself…
J-Dogg: please don’t shoot me Mr.
J-Dogg: I see you in line at the supermarket. Our eyes meet.
Partner8: Who the f**k are you?
J-Dogg: I mouth the words to you, as if in slow motion:
J-Dogg: F**k me, F**k me.
J-Dogg: My wishes are like poetry in your eyes. We want this moment to last forever.
Partner8: OMFG are you trying to cyber me?
J-Dogg: We are like two dancers, for whom the music never stops. I Kiss the top of your hand. You are taken aback by the bulge that forms in your thigh.
Partner8: Is that like cancer?
J-Dogg: If cancer is our love, then I hope you don’t have the technology of chemotherapy.
Partner8: Good one romeo.
J-Dogg: You grab the bulge that you feel. you think it must be taking over your mind, theres nothing else you can think of. My tubesteak to you is like a beautiful japanese haiku.
The salmon swim at night.
Towards your room.
The snow and the moon.
Partner8: that was never a haiku.
J-Dogg: To your light bulb I am the Thomas Edison of your sex. Withought my light you would be lost in a sea of darkness.
Partner8: That made even less sense than your “haiku”
J-Dogg: So you ready to f**k then?
Partner8: You unbutton my pants, spew your load at the sight of my underwear, and your spent.
J-Dogg: I’m spent.
Jdogg: whats goin on
QT-Pie: Nothing. Who are you?
Jdogg: Jdogg. Wanna cyber?
QT-Pie: what does that mean?
Jdogg: what are you wearing?
QT-Pie: T-shirt. Jeans.
Jdogg: Garter belt?
Jdogg: Are we gonna cyber or not?
QT-Pie: uh, okay.
Jdogg: Sweet, I start by rubbing your ass all around. You love this.
Jdogg: You’re wet already. I can smell your p*ssy stink from here.
Jdogg: I execute standing position 12 from the Kama Sutra. Passion fills the room. Your head is close to the ceiling fan.
Jdogg: You leave everything to Jdogg.
Jdogg: I am completely inside of you. You are my dick puppet. I put on a little play.
QT-Pie: This is weird. I should go.
Jdogg: I drop you on the ground, and lay a stripe down your back.
QT-Pie: A stripe?
Jdogg: I need a sandwich.
QT-Pie: You’re a freak.
Jdogg: I was great. You loved it.
On 16 Nov 2016, at 8:34 AM, Kennedy Estate Manager <email@example.com> wrote:
Please see attached infringement notice, the content of which is self-explanatory.
We would request that you ensure that these concerns will be appropriately addressed from your side.
On 17 Nov 2016, at 10:07 PM, Yahoo wrote:
Thank you for the observation and the detailed photographic evidence you have supplied. I particularly enjoyed how centered the picture was and the fact that you have an uncanny ability to get the balconies good side. Uncanny.
I have this image of you in my mind. You were probably one of those kids in school, who probably got 100% attendance and who wouldn’t miss an opportunity to give the teacher an apple. Am I right?
Now you have found yourself in a position at Coffee Corps (catchy name BTW) and are required to wonder the complex, like a black panther in the jungles of the Amazon rainforest looking for unsuspecting prey. The only difference between you and the panther is that your prey takes the form of, in my case, some pot plants. POT PLANTS! You saw your opportunity and my goodness did you pounce. Straight for the kill with the most ruthless precision. The type of stuff that could only have been born from pure instinct. In my short stint on this planet I’ll tell you, you can’t teach that!
The consequences of your super swift action and unbridled tenacity are to impose a fine on an unsuspecting couple of R250. This is R250 of their hard earned money because well, this is the jungle, Winnie, isn’t it? I can almost feel you nodding in agreement, while you read this, with the printed Kennedy Conduct rules sitting pride of place on the mantle piece, above the anthracite fire place circa 1920.
However, whilst I agree with you that this crazy world that we all find ourselves in is, in fact, a jungle. I could only hope that we as a species could use your steely eyed determination, your noteworthy skills of detection and grit for more worldly pursuits? Just something to ponder, use it or lose it.
I have instructed my tenants to remove the pot plants, but will be doing so via a ceremony which will take place in the last hour of the 6th day from the 15th of November. We will be collectively lighting a candle to the death of freedom of expression.
Got me some new shades to replace the ones I broke. or so I thought.
After two weeks, they arrived and this is when I realized I had made a little mistake……
So it begins…….
2016-07-07 18:53 GMT+08:00 Yahoo <>:
Hi you have sent me the wrong glasses. This is not what I ordered.
On 09 Jul 2016, at 02:44, cindy li <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
we have checked your picture, and we find that these goods are similar, the goods you receive are more cooler than you order first in our opinion, so we hope you can keep them, and if you can’t accept, we want to know what is the best solution in your mind? if you have any other question, please feel free to contact us. thanks a lot!
2016-07-09 15:33 GMT+08:00 Yahoo <>:
as a collection of cells, held together by the unalterable laws of physics, flying though space and time – there couldn’t be any possibility that any single cell of mine could care less about what your ‘opinion’ is. Your opinion on how ‘cool’ those sunglasses are is about as important as a priests apology for child molestation or Kim Kardashians endorsement of Elon Musks attempt to land the flacon 9 rocket on a pontoon in the middle of the sea.
I could imagine you and the collection of Umpa Lumpas sitting in a smog filled warehouse, somewhere in southern China, considering the ‘coolness’ of the sunglasses you packed and considering that this was the best course of action to take. An audacious course of action to say the least.
Like the plot of Avengers, this outcome is going to be rather one dimensional. REFUND.
I will return the sunglasses so that you are able to continue on with your journey of spreading ‘cool’ to the masses.
On 11 Jul 2016, at 03:38, cindy li <email@example.com> wrote:
But we can’t refund you full money,can you accept a coupon?
2016-07-11 14:24 GMT+08:00 Yahoo:
No I will be returning the item and contacting Visa for a full refund. I have all the evidence I need to initiate and investigation into your business and its practices.
On 12 Jul 2016, at 03:17, cindy li <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
How about we refund you 10 EUR and you keep your parcel?
2016-07-16 14:31 GMT+08:00 Yahoo:
Whilst your offer of refunding me less than 33% of the full purchase value, seems as tempting as a human sushi buffet. The human in question is not a lithe young nymph writhing on the bar counter that one would expect but is one of those overly obese, basketball playing men who sweats a lot and who simply can’t dunk a ball to save his cholesterol addled life. The temptation of your peace offering whilst on the surface seem innocuous, delving deeper reveals the true horror of the possibility of getting one of his sweat soaked body hairs in one’s mouth whilst simply trying to enjoy a California roll.
Whilst I appreciate that my initial order may have not been ‘cool’ enough for the team at ‘Astro Voyance’, I just don’t see how the pink accents that cover the sunglasses were going to add to my already burgeoning street credibility. Especially since, said pink accents don’t actually match anything in my cupboard. I like to think of myself of being hip and cool and up-to-date with popular culture but this may be a little stretch, even if I do control most of the upper east side.
Let’s also discuss the the topic of the actual sun glasses, they have a certain cheapness about them that is wonderfully distinctive. The bespoke plastic has all the promise that comes from a cheap toy won at a fun faire and would probably be better suited to being molded into a shank at a maximum security prison. I have had more pleasure by being stabbed than by wearing your pathetic sunglasses.
The lenses that have thankfully not been billed separately, provide as much protection from the sun as the protection provided by an umbrella in a lightning storm, you would think that the umbrella would protect one from the light rain but in reality it’s the billions of volts of electricity that ultimately kills you. Your lenses are like the umbrella and my needs go far deeper that just putting coloured plastic in front of my eye balls. I’m taking about radiation, Cindy, radiation.
So the bottom line is that like a detective in a spy novel, I have contacted HSBC and VISA and have initiated the wonderfully beurocratic process to get my moola back. My advice is to probably not spend my £34 pounds all in one place as they are probably going to be sneaking into your bank account, in the middle of a cold dark night, like a cat burglar and reclaiming what is rightfully mine. And when I ultimately get my money back I promise not to send it to random websites on the internet promising genuine discounts on original goods and then replacing those goods for other ‘more cooler’ fake versions.
On 18 Jul 2016, at 03:40, cindy li <email@example.com> wrote:
If you accept 10 EUR refund,we will give you a nice coupon and present at your next order.
2016-07-18 17:48 GMT+08:00 Yahoo:
Send pic of free gift.
On 19 Jul 2016, at 04:54, cindy li <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
present can be sent at your next order.
2016-07-20 14:08 GMT+08:00 Yahoo:
Here is a list of those items which I would like as a free gift:
1. Signed photo of Magnum P.I. Aka Tom Selleck.
2. Karaoke set loaded with Cindy Lauper’s catalogue.
3. 1 x packet of White Rabbit sweets with the original rice paper. Not this new fan dangled feeble excuse they now call rice paper.
5. Redbull Sunglasses series RBR131 Aviators.
6. Silly putty, the type that changes colour when heated in your hands. That stuff blows my mind.
7. A fortune cookie loaded with £34.32.
8. The hair of a dyslectic mountain goat.
9. Online purchases for dummies, 2nd edition.
10. The hopes and dreams of a 7 year old.
Any of the above listed items would be great.
Are you running any specials? If so what items would you suggest I look into? I’m really keen to make an informed decision on my next purchase, seeing that you have such a command of the contours of my face and my impeccable bone structure.
On 21 Jul 2016, at 9:51 AM, Cindy Li <email@example.com> wrote:
you need to place an new order, and the present is random.
PS:I am customer service cindy,because my email have something wrong,so I can’t use the old email address to answer you,please contact me via this email form now on.
2016-07-29 4:39 GMT+08:00:
Whats with all the new email addresses chick? I think I can guess the reason – way too many dudes sending you pictures of their JuNk…… am I right?
Just so that we can keep track of how generous you have been with all the offers of sick coupons and crazy gifts, I have copied all the emails below for easy reference. I think as a customer I am doing really well with the admin required to ensure you and I have an incredibly healthy working relationship. *Sending you a mental high five.
In case I am wrong about the guy junk thing, I can see how temperamental these Gmail email accounts are considering I have had the same one for no less than 9 years without single glitch, I guess there is a first time for everything, damn you Bill Gates! It’s either the Gmail issue or its the fact that you guys are running such a tight ship in deep china that you simply cant keep up with all the orders from my friends, business associates, InstaSluts, and yoga class. It must be tough being so close to cutting edge of e-commerce.
Anyways CustomerserviceCindy I have the good people at HSBC and VISA assembling a crack team of banker ninjas who will be looking into our fledgling relationship and determining if I am the unsuspecting boy at his Bris and you the mad Rabbi, with the sole intention of ripping me off….
On 30 Jul 2016, at 9:51 AM, Cindy Li <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
we can refund you 10 euros.