The Stranger: A kid in an olive green t-shirt with blushed cheeks and blonde hair. He's in a dimly lit room, but with something that looks like freaking candles flickering in the background.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: hi
Stranger: u wanna sex
[Okay, uhm, blunt is good...]
You: i wanna sex?
You: what do you mean?
[I'm not even trying to be an ass. I seriously don't know what "wanna sex" would actually entail.]
Stranger: show stuff
You: oh
Stranger: ya do u
You: those are my boobs
You: i drew them earlier
[Yup, I pulled out the boob picture from the previous post.]
Stranger: no bare from u and me
You: bare from you and me?
You: you have boobs to show?
Stranger: no let me see the really thing and u will see cock
You: why do i want to see your cock?
Stranger: i know u want to
You: i really don't want to
You: do you like my boobs?
You: they are smiling at you
You: and they are wiggling
[I'm waving them back and forth periodically, then putting them down and grinning like I'm absolutely insane.]
Stranger: ya can i see the really thing please under that nice shirt
You: this isn't a nice shirt, this is a grotty barn shirt :P
[I'm not even joking. It's a gross, bright yellow t-shirt with a horse on the front. And the horse is wearing sunglasses. It looks goofy. I like it, but it's not exactly "nice" or anything I should be complimented on.]
You: i like my real boobs where they are, it is cold in here
Stranger: oh plaese show me some thing
[I look around on my desk and pick up the first thing I see.]
You: that's my calculator
[I flashed him my TI-83. I slid it out of the cover and everything. Man, he got lucky.]
You: i showed you something.
You: see?
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
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