[It started here and here. And now it continues....]
The following is an excerpt from an actual online chat between me and a friend of mine. I have changed our screen names for the purposes of this post because I don't want rednecks from North Carolina trying to instant message me throughout the day:
FRIEND: how are you on this lovely evening?
PRINCE: writing some, music some, myspace stalking some
FRIEND: who are you fawning over now?
PRINCE: oh the straight guy from north carolina gave me access to his myspace photos!
FRIEND: how lovely
PRINCE: he is SO HOT
FRIEND: and yet still married
PRINCE: which makes him even hotter!
FRIEND: oh right, you like married men
PRINCE: no shirtless shots though
PRINCE: he's 6'3"
FRIEND: i need to teach you a few things about stalking then
PRINCE: i could climb him!
FRIEND: i discovered the art porn shots of a guy i used to know in NC
PRINCE: good lord
i mean, good lawd
FRIEND: i think you have a thing for mountain men
you've probably got a subscription to colt
PRINCE: ha ha
no colt is nasty.... i suppose this guy is a rarity
in those parts
FRIEND: you mean in that he's not overtly inbred?
it's just secret inbreeding
Seriously, though, this bitch is fiiiiiiiiiine. I am going to spend the day downloading all of Mike Valentino's hot, mouth-watering, spankable MySpace pics and creating a photo collage that I will then use to wallpaper my computer's desktop. It's going to take me a while though because I have to Photoshop out the faces of girls who happen to be in some of those pics. You know, I'll just use the brush tool and black them out. No, I'm not going to Photoshop in my face in their place. That would just be weird.