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WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, ZHAR-PTITSA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 66.234.111.217 *** ZHAR-PTITSA has joined 66.234.111.217 <ZHAR-PTITSA> Well? <ZHAR-PTITSA> Hurry up. | ||||
WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, ZHAR-PTITSA. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 66.234.111.217 *** ZHAR-PTITSA has joined 66.234.111.217 <ZHAR-PTITSA> Well? <ZHAR-PTITSA> Hurry up. | ||||
<CANDYCURSE420>
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
<zhar-ptitsa>
are you that guy from the network whose dick i threatened to cut off or the guy from the network who kept talking about his prehensile dick
i know you're one of them
<CANDYCURSE420>
who would talk about dicks on the network
<zhar-ptitsa>
the kind of person who'd talk about dicks on the network is the same kind of person who'd end a spam username with 420
<CANDYCURSE420>
now go spread the curse or whatever
<zhar-ptitsa>
[And that's that on that conversation.]
[Shortly, however, she opens a new channel to < boomstick69 >.]
There once was an old man who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween like a creep, he loved sending junk mail to teenagers on the internet, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went lurking around the neighborhood stealing candy from people's front porches like a complete tool, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a bachelor pad right down to the rotten pizza crusts, and it was owned by a gross single guy with no hobbies. The old guy came here thinking that he would get really good quality internet porn, but when he knocked on the door... he was handed..... A MIRROR. It turned out the gross single guy with no hobbies was HIM ALL ALONG!!!!!! He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on his own porch. Now he haunts his own shitty house, still full of rotten pizza crusts and old unwashed boxers. Every Halloween he stays in and finds skeevy pervs on the internet to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!
The only one suffering from his curse is you. You're the loser. Nobody else. Get a job.
<boomstick69>
wow
w o w
okay i see how it is
first of all i dont eat pizza because i physically cant so mark that down
second of all i dont know why youre sending me this i didnt send that chain letter to you
[........................................um,]
<zhar-ptitsa>
instead of me coming up with it myself
hm?????
[descending sunglasses emoji]
<boomstick69>
ummmm obviously i got a similar chain letter :/ i put two and two together after getting this message it doesnt take a genius to do that
anyways fuck off will ya
<zhar-ptitsa>
don't you have anything better to do with your time than come up with chain letters like it's the 90s?
[She is not even giving credence to the fucking off bit. She will not fuck off. She will never fuck off.]
<boomstick69>
<zhar-ptitsa>
<boomstick69>
<zhar-ptitsa>
nothing good happened in 1983 and nothing good existed and that's the last thing you remember from before you turned into a ghost? gross
<boomstick69>
<zhar-ptitsa>
everything sucked but we had cell phones and the internet
<boomstick69>
who wants a phone in their pocket all the time ringing non stop