Hello! My name is Frank aka knarƒ, §moke-oOoO, §moke§creen, Jacka§§, A§§hole and every other name you can think of in or out of the book. I'm a chataholic. (Group: hello Frank!) But anyways! There are so many stories one can tell about chat rooms. But there are a few good ones.
Like this little story about this woman "Fitness" I wont use her name because we aren't even sure if it's her real name or not. Fitness , started coming into the Connecticut room about 6 months ago. Of course you have the pigs in the room perving her profile and trying to chat with her. (like myself) Yeah, I would have to admit that she looked okay, okay enough to fuck and leave in the hotel room, as you take off on her while she is sleeping. But that's just how I think of her. Anyways, there are others that might think differently. So as time went by she would post different pictures of herself in her profile and there were a few of us that noticed how different she looked in each one. The select few of us would chat amongest our selfs about this an call her fake. As of 8/09/03 we started talking about it in the open room, while she was there of course. I guess it got to her enough where she just couldn't take it anymore, so she whispered me, an here is out that went. Conversation While all this was going on with Fitness.


I ran into another fake in the room. Yeah I know don't look so surprised. Well this one went by the nick name of Racing Stripes. The story is a pretty good one as well as the one above. but the logs to the conversations I had with her are just so freakin boring an long.. half the time I had to fight to stay awake.. She claimed to own her own nail Salon.. but never seemed to go in an check on it. I Have to say this, if I owned my own business I would be going in an checking on it a few times a week.. so as the conversations went on and the excuses of not being able to show got funnier by the weeks went on. I had to sit back an laugh harder an harder as I went along with this. The first excus was kinda lame so I wont even go there.. but the second one well.. you had to sit there an wonder why anyone would be chatting online if thier father was in the hospital for having a heartattack. Then while she was in New York for her fathers so called heartattack, we had the wonderful blackout, which she claimed to be stuck in a evelator for 12 hrs. She finally makes it back home an we make plans for the third time to meet each other. Now this excuse for her not showing up topped them all. She claimed to have gotten into a 3 car accident. claimed to have been coming off the exit ramp (exit 27 in naugy) an taking a right head turn to go towards my place. While a truck that ran a red light went through the intersection an hit her ass end, which caused her to lose control of her car an also hit a car in front of her. of course she left her so called cell phone at home along with my number. The cop on duty that evening got her.. (no get this one) a Limo. (yes I said Limo not a cab. after all she owns her own busniess.) to bring her all the way to Torrington (to an apartment she doesn't live in) an also tells her that the police report will be delievered to her house the next day. (if my mind is slipping please confront me about this.) I thought that you had to pick up the police report or accident report a few days after. So, I decided to be a gentlemen an go to her seeing that everytime she makes plans to come see me something happens. so I get the address which is 356 Hillside Ave. in Torrington, CT. I show up there a few minutes later then I told her I would, so of course she isn't outside waiting for me like she said she would be. I pull up infront of this house an the blinds are wide open, theres a woman inside the house the just looks something like the picture but I can't tell from the back. so I sit there for about 2 minutes an decided to go to the door. But the gentlemen that lives there came out to meet me in the front lawn. He said " may I help you?" so I asked him if there was a Darlene Lowdell living here. or is there a basement apartment? Yes you guesssed it! There wasn't! so I head back home. Of course I have a few messages from this lieing cunt that she is. Saying that she is worried about me an she hopes nothing wrong happened. heh. so I called her bluff an told her she was fake an to never speak to me nor will she be aloud in the chat room. She tried to come in the room once the next day an I haven't seen her log on or try to come in the room since then. The case of "Who is Racing" is closed.

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