Apparently our friend here doesn't understand that one in the morning is, in fact, one in the morning. Apparently he also thinks being in the Pacific time zone makes him superior to me... even though I'm also in the Pacific time zone. And really, time zone differences are a good reason to stop talking to anybody, am I right?
This conversation is the closest this nerd will ever get to finding out the chick he's dancing with is actually a man.
Sometimes internet nerds get indignant when you point the obvious out to them.
And there you have it. Another wasted night on a useless website. On the plus side, though, I didn't encounter nearly as many penises as that one time I made the mistake of visiting Chatroulette. But of course now that I've said that, I'll probably be greeted by an ASCII schlong next time I log on.
(See my first journey into the abyss that is Omegle here)
