I know this week was a bit of a dry spell friends, but oh, how I am happy to be able to make it up to you.
You see, this is what happened. I had a bottle of champagne and was enjoying the evening with sisters. You know how that goes. We were all camped out in Kate’s room and decided that it was time to meet the strangers our parents would be keep us away from in the grocery store when we were little pups. It was time for Chat Roulette. In the interest of not wasting space explaining this phenom, I suggest reading the NYT article, The Surreal World of Chat Roulette.
After our first few encounters, we got smart and crafted the following signs:
Simple messages. Totally necessary.
We ended up meeting people (mostly dudes) from Germany, China, France, Canada, Texas and Las Vegas. I mean, basically, it’s a sausage-fest that beats any awful bar or party you’ve been to times like, a million. Remember the old AOL chat rooms? It’s like that on steroids. 50% of the time the “stranger” would whip one 0ut on us, the other half of the time, they would want to drink with us.
Sometimes we met creepy strangers who had a microphone on, but insisted on using the keyboard, like Mr. Vegas below.
What?
