The G-Chat Diaries, Vol. 4

If you are a sensitive, decent non-blaspheming reader, turn around right now and come back tomorrow.


If you are the person that calls the FCC when Janet Jackson shows a boob or someone drops the F-bomb, go read Ziggy.


Seriously.


You might go to hell just for reading this.


I warned you.


Last chance.


I wash my hands of this.



Chatter X: Haha, I just went to Poobomber's blog and the Insultatron said "I caught Chatter X and Jesus fucking!"

Me: OMG. You are way dirtier than me. SHAME.

Chatter X: Why?

Me: You were fucking Jesus!

Chatter X: I was young, and I needed the money!

Me: HE PAID YOU? You were Jesus' whore?!

Chatter X: Hahaha.

Me: Actually, I guess that makes you Mary Magdalene.

Chatter X: There has to be a t-shirt that says "I'm a whore for Jesus."

Me: See, I would think somebody as famous as Jesus would try to skip out without paying, like you should be happy for it.

Chatter X: You're going to hell!

Me: I didn't do it!

Chatter X: Jesus is no welcher.

Me: So I'm going to hell for calling him a welcher, but you're not for fucking him for money.

Chatter X: I'm POOR!!! Fucking economy.

Me: I'm poor too, you don't see me fucking Mary.

Me: Okay, NOW I'm going to hell.

Chatter X: Hehe. "Am I going to hell yet?" "Wait...nnnnnnnnow you are."

Chatter X: I can't quite believe we're actually having this conversation.

Me: Me neither. I hope my aunt the nun isn't reading this.

Chatter X: hahahaha

Me: I think if I made this a "Chatter X" post the internet would blow up.