That has got to be the single most grossest thing i’ve ever seen… EVER. You know what i’m talking about! THAT. Down there! THAT post!

BLECH.

I never wanna look at another tit so long as i shall live.

Unless if it’s female.

I actually wasn’t gonna post today because i thought, “I’ll just sit on my lazy bastard ass and let them post! Har har!”. But now i’m forced to! So that THAT post… will be pushed down! Down down down where it belongs! AAAAHH!

Women. Especially one’s that are named Zil. =P

Anyway…

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To: psykotik@gmail.com
Subject: heya
From: “Stephanie Goh” fuzzy@absolutely-fuzzy.com
Date: Sun, Sep 16 2001 5:10:15 AM +0800

/fuzzy/
absolutely-fuzzy.com
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See?? People come for the women! The female of the species! Tits! Angelina Jolie’s tits even! Not MAN tits! BLECH.

Okay enough talk about tits.

I was once… stalked by a girl named Stephanie… once. Yeah. True story. I see this chick right, Stephanie, coming towards me along with a friend of mine. And so my friend introduces her to me. And she’s like all, “Oh so you’re the mysterious Justin…”

Eh?

So there we were, the three of us just talking. I’m cracking jokes, insulting my friend, making her laugh her ass off (i am SO funny) etc etc. And… it’s time for class. So we all go our separate ways. Then the next day, i see her off in the distance… and i remember her from the day before. Like, “Ooh, hey it’s that Stephanie girl. Argh. Guess i have to acknowledge her presence when she passes by…”. And so i sorta smile as she passes by as to say, “Hey! I know you! How are ya?”. AND WHAT DOES SHE DO?

She slaps me on the ass.

Well… kinda. And from that moment on, we just kept ‘mysteriously bumping into each other’. And she just kept following me EVERYWHERE. Seriously. It was as if i had a three dimensional shadow physically following me around and CLINGING to my arm. Eurgh. Everybody around school saw us. They even thought we were going out! This went on for like two weeks.

Sure, at first i thought, “Woah. I’m liking this attention!” but then it just became something like out of Fatal Attraction. Add to the fact that i started to notice her… slightly… psychotic ticks… and it all became a bit worrysome. She’d be talking and ranting and raving about things to herself. She’d just ‘snap’ sometimes and would just go on and on about the things that’re pissing her off and i’d be like “Oookay…” and sometimes, she’d just burst into tears! For no reason! And get my shoulder all wet! And my lap too!

But we won’t get into that.

It’s not what you think by the way.

Anyway, i don’t really know how to end this story and believe me, it’s a long story. And what’re you’re getting right here is just the short and condensed version with some minor details left out. But yeah, the gist of it all is still there. I was once stalked by a girl named Stephanie. And she really was a stalker. Hell, she even stalked like… 3 of my other friends after i ‘got rid of her’. Like i said… long story.

So now, i live in fear of anybody named Stephanie. But i’m sure this Stephanie is nice. And not at all stalkerish….so yeah. Give her a visit.