I thought you, or I, were dead.

OH EM GEE

WHY MUST YOU TORMENT ME?

I AM SHOUTING

Comments like that make me happy to see your comment around these parts again.

And I may be many things but short it not one of them.

That's probably just the booze talking.

Everytime someon asks me that I'm either proven wrong or irrevocably right. I'm taller than 6 foot and shorter than 6'5".

Now you.

Drunk? When did I...what that tall can of fermented beverage next to me? Just a moment.

...

5'11" you say? I used to lust after the volleyball gals in high school because they were the only ones developmentally close to me. Still are, probably. You didn't play volleyball, did you? *nail bite*

If there is one thing that can unite the world at large it is a dependency on booze. Remember that one, I might ask you where I wrtoe that at some time.

I was about as gawky as one can get in high school. Probably why I lasted such a short time. But, oh, how I love(d) those tall women.

Mushiness all over the place, nice to see you round these parts again. And you couldn't have picked a better night.

Apparently, you and my wife have something common. I don't know why you lovely ladies like us tall skinny boys, but I embrace it.

Tonight is no surprise, the site in general is a little quiet unless you're of a certain ilk. But there was an influx of n00bs a while back that gave me hope. And on golden nights such as these they show up. Don't be a stranger, damn it all.

And with that, I'm pretty much to bed.

Fair enough.

Night, sizzlechest.

Mystery? Admit it. You just can't remember what's happened in the past couple months.

I thought you'd appreciate that. Now that you've seen it I can finally change my journal.

Did you think you would?
On the other hand, I'd completely forgotten what I'd written here and had to re-read it to figure out what your comment meant.

Now I'm curious: what was your reply going to be?

If you hang out there long enough the paper comes. Feel free to read it, but put it back in order when you're done. One of life's little pleasures is taking the paper apart piece by piece.

I had a VCR made from metal and gumption that lasted for over twenty years. They don't make that shit like they used to either. Also, stop eating so much ketchup. And what's this ampersand story?

So far, of the several SG meetups I've attended, only a few perverts followed me home. Yet I've never been molested. Can't say the same for the wife, though. Hmmm...

See what I did there? I answered each of your little paragraphs with a little paragraph of my own. Pretty spiffy, eh?

Is that emote drooling, or is it something else that I really shouldn't even contemplate?

Me? You're the one turned on by recto-vagional prolapses.

And what are you dosing the poor kid with anyway?