Last night I was talking with my cousin online, and she asked if any of my friends were on so she could fuck with them. Matt was on. So she messaged him out of the blue, asking me all sorts of personal questions about him, and used this information to play the role of a crazy stalker chick. He got soo scared! Then my brother came home, and since he knows pretty much everything there is to know about Matt, we got him in on it too. The ‘stalker’ knew what he named his car, his dick, his town, etc. his scars and where he got ’em, where he worked, where he was RIGHT NOW, his private number…. (teeheeheeheehee)

The dude was scared as all shit! Finally we let him in on it and explained everything, and he was no longer scared, but crazy hella mad as hell (redundant?). It turns out, unknown to us all, he had just recently gotten an actual restraining order against an actual stalker bitch! Explains the mad-as-hell-ness, I s’pose. Whoops.

QOTD: Do not meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are tasty and good with ketchup. (From someone’s newsgroup signature)


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