[quote]Christine wrote:
[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:
[quote]Christine wrote:
[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:
[quote]Christine wrote:
[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:
[quote]Christine wrote:
[quote]HoustonGuy wrote:
[quote]Christine wrote:
[quote]Professor X wrote:
[quote]Christine wrote:
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LOL
Loved it.[/quote]
You need to watch more Animaniacs!
These kids just crack me up![/quote]Holy shit, I forgot all about this show! Christine you are a sharp cookie and I don’t mean this in a rude way but how old are you?
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Old enough. Used to watch Animaniacs in college. It was on after whatever my last classe of the day was.[/quote]
Oh cool. I was in elementary. How telling. I still love you and your twirly ass though Christine.
I suppose they didn’t have cable on college campuses back then?
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Think there was cable. Don’t really remember. We had internet though (dial up).[/quote]Dial up! What the fuck is that?
How did you stream porn?
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Well, way back in the 90’s, we had to make our own porn using this thing call video tape.
DIY FTW![/quote]Well, well, well. Dial up and video tape. I think you are making this shit up Christine.
If by “video tape” you mean “smart phone” or actually, in my time “web cam” I see what you are saying.
You could even burn it on a cd if you wanted to and watch it on dvd player.
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Don’t they teach you kids anything in school?
When I was your age, smart phones were called beepers and music was played on compact disc players.
[/quote]You had a beeper? You must have been one of those high school drug dealers. I did see a drawer full of shiny round discs at a half price book/music store once.
I’ve decided I’m going to visit the History museum this weekend.
All I remember of this time period are electric neon multi-colored shoes, Nirvana, my bb gun and a tree house. And this girl named Audrey who pushed a chair on my head while we stacked them on out desks at the end of class. I really hated that bitch. I nailed her with a wet ball of sand the next day at recess.
Guess who got in trouble? She fake cried and told. My first lesson in female manipulation.