what the hell?


sorabji.com: Who are you?: what the hell?
By Daughter of me on Tuesday, April 18, 2000 - 04:49 pm:

    I heard about this site from my mom. Boy, you guys are weirder than she let on...not that she said you all were weird, but that was the impression that I got. she seemed to enjoy it...anyway all i can say is...?what the hell?
    this is just striking my as weird. oh well...


By patrick on Tuesday, April 18, 2000 - 05:28 pm:

    perhaps you are the "weird" one

    who's your mum.....?


By moonit on Tuesday, April 18, 2000 - 08:21 pm:

    i thought that me... was her mum would that make sense? but maybe it isnt.
    Just ignore me I am sleep deprived. How the hell am I going to go out drinking tomorrow night without sleeping?


By Gee on Wednesday, April 19, 2000 - 12:49 am:

    man, you can't go around calling people's kid's "weird". that's just wrong.


By patrick on Wednesday, April 19, 2000 - 12:09 pm:

    i am someone's kid


By J on Wednesday, April 19, 2000 - 12:54 pm:

    I have kids they are wierd,Czarina came over around 8:pm,I haven,t seen her oldest daughter in years,since she was 4(she,s a little bit older than Amee)what a doll,very beautiful and sweet.Ryan and Matt Dog came by,probably thought we,d be asleep and look up personals like they always do.After seeing the fruit of Czarinas loins they wouldn,t leave.We ended up getting in the K-mart blue light chat room and insulting everyone,we were laughing so hard I think I pulled a muscle.She showed me how to get there,but I tried this morning and I must have forgot.She is going to stay at her dads since they had already rented them a place,so I cleaned my house for naught.


By J on Wednesday, April 19, 2000 - 02:16 pm:

    I,m being punished for fucking with those people in that chat room,now whenever I try to go on a site from my computer,this box says I have preformed an illegal operation and must close.At the top it says talkcity.WTF?


By Enter_the_Sandle on Wednesday, April 19, 2000 - 08:38 pm:

    Bet you had tummy aches baby human. All knotty, tight, hugless baby aches. Angry cigarette butt, foot twister, staring at the ground and blowing smoke before ya' walk it off. Someones got your number and they don't want to play. You slow down, be cool and get on the inside and milk the chats like Bessie's milk. Pull on the nipples too hard and twist'em (ouch), bout' as classy as grabbing someones crotch and sayin', "Got Fuck?"
    So, sandleman know. Don't let ego crush the angle, and watch it turn to your favor.