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A Butter Patty from: Nishlord, shoving an Evian bottle down his throat all erotic like
on Wednesday, October 01, 1997 at 03:23:33 (PDT)
You should look at thisweb page.
Ha! Once again you wither in my genius as I assume my rightful position at the toppermost of the poppermost. I've decided that October is Truth Or Dare Month. I'll start it off....hmmmm...Doc....When was the last time you soiled yourself?
Nishlord, shoving an Evian bottle down his throat all erotic like
I'm now a sportswriter for a popular e-zine on the web! See my first column here!
Doc, shamelessly plugging away
That damned elusive Nishlord
About 18 months ago when I started this internet shit, I was going through a very rough patch with my girlfriend. With all the grief that was going on, and the novelty of IRC about to take over huge chunks of my life, one thing lead to another and I ended up in a transatlantic, er, thing with an American woman (no-one from this channel, before you ask, you nosey shitbags). Yes, we knew it was wrong, but it was much too strong, we met every day at the same caf?, meeee-EEEEE ah-HAND Mrs! Mrs Jones! We got a thing going oh-HONNNN....you know the score.
Anyway, after a while I realised I had to check meself, and I was heading up Arsehole Street, so we talked, and we both agreed to put the brakes on.
A night later, I was up at 4am caned off me tits, and decided to write her an e-mail saying thanks for everything, see you next lifetime, dropping a few last intimacies. As I finished it I looked up at the screen.
That was when I remembered I hadn't opened my e-mail application.
Yes, I, Nishlord, had typed the whole fucking thing into our regular IRC channel.
I screamed like a girl, ripped the mains socket out of the back of me Mac, ran to me bedroom, threw meself on the bed and ran round and round on me side like one of the Three Stooges.
My turn, I think...hmmm...Doc...you have the opportunity to get off with anyone in ARF...who do you choose? And oh, saying me or Rob or any other bloke in an attempt to hide behind a pathetic pseudo-homoerotic facade won't work, so don't bother.
Nishlord, still blushing, bless him, the cheeky scamp
Oh, and I only just heard...big respect to Flyin' Brian.
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