Omegle conversation log
2009-06-26
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You: Got milk?
Stranger: probably
Stranger: but do you have tea?
You: Will herbal do?
Stranger: only in the direst of pinches
You: its camomile
Stranger: relaxing, wonderful choice
You: yes. I made itt myself. its infused with lemon, for an alltogether gentler sensation
Stranger: oh you are the clever one
Stranger: and i've got just a few cookies to go with
You: What kind? I'm allergic to ginger?
Stranger: shortbread, ginger-free
You: Perfect. Shall you drop over to mine, at, say, half three?
You: We can play croquet on the lawn
Stranger: lovely idea. i'll bring the biscuits and perhaps stop by the shops for crumpets?
You: Sounds absolutely spiffing. Get organic, won't you darling? I couldn't stand for anything less.
Stranger: oh of course not. that conventional....rubbish. it's intolerable.
You: Quite. I daren't say the lower class people of today have such low standards. Such filth.
Stranger: utterly awful those bourgeois hooligans
You: I simply couldn't agree more with you. You are, I assume, of the Windsor family?
Stranger: of course my love, the breeding is self-evident. i can tell you're of wonderful lineage yourself
You: Only the best. My great-grandfather was Duke of York, you know.
Stranger: what a fine family that was.
You: Indeed. My brother Charles has sent us into disgrace I fear.
Stranger: he does have a rather wanton habit from time to time
You: To say that would be an understatement, my dear.
Stranger: i find myself fretting quite frequently regarding the habits of my cousin harry.
Stranger: he's a rather questionable fashion sense at times....
You: His frolicking does come as quite a surprise. He always seemed so politee as a child.
Stranger: as children together he was always so well mannered
Stranger: i do believe the stress of military life has positively snapped him
You: I remember when we were 12. I believe we shared a Summer romance. Of course, I later found I was not the only girl he had been romancing that year.
Stranger: you poor dear, what a dreadful awakening to the adult world
Stranger: his brother was not a bit better, so often pulling my hair as children and absconding with my dolls
Stranger: but what can one expect with a father like that
You: I couldn't bring myself to accept it. My mother, before she passed away, used to say "If a man cannot love a single woman, he is not worthy of a single woman's love". That is, of course, before they found the tumour on her throat.
Stranger: my dear uncle was fond of a similar sentiment, and though he could only express himself through wild gesturing and the occassional grunt... we always appreciated the obvious kindness in those throw vases
You: Yes. He evidently meant it with such goodwill and compassion.
Stranger: he was such a dear sweet man, it is no wonder the courts couldn't ever prove a thing
You: But of course. No man in his right mind could bring himself to testify against such a gentle beast.
Stranger: why even the magistrate said to us that, and i do quote, "though his eyes are, without a doubt, singularly crazed, it is evident that they are crazed with only the gentlest of violent tendencies"
You: My only complaint is that such eloquence is growing a rarity nowadays.
Stranger: such are the perils of these modern days
Stranger: as our options for communicateion grow ever vaster, our vocabulary and disposition for conversation decline at an ever more alarming rat
Stranger: i fear these ...facebooks, these twitters, these "asl"s shall be the death of me
You: Gone are the days of yesteryear. The days of Wilde, of Yeats, and gone are the glorious days of Joyce.
Stranger: shed a tear for those halycon days of hardy
You: As to when "my space" became a thing of virtual reality is beyond me. As a child, 'my space' was behind the oak at the bottom of the garden, where we would sit with out opium.
You: I am sorry, did I say "Out". I, of course, meant "our"
You: I apologise profusely for my misdemeanour..
Stranger: this space, also mine, was such a wondrous thing
Stranger: so simple, yet the complexities of our very thoughts did more to rivit us than any degree of "social networking"
Stranger: but tis all gone now
You: You speak only the truth.
Stranger: and oh! do not think of having me begin on the difficulties in even locating opium....
You: I had a dog called "Bebo" in my adolescence. I do not raise the subject for fear of being ridiculed.
You: My dear? Were you not aware that my father produced opium in the sunroom?
Stranger: i keep a geriatric and ailing cat by my side, fondly called "livejournal"
Stranger: oh the ease that could have saturated my days had i but known!
You: And believe me, in my day, if you had a 3 and a half inch floppy, it was not something you told anyone else.
Stranger: oh indeed! shudder to think. what trollop would even ponder addressing such a....blue...issue.
You: Quite the stuff of nightmares.
Stranger: and this nonsense of "text messages" ...were not all messages text? beautifull printed with the most careful attention to detail and craft.
Stranger: i so fondly remember when You, that esteemed pronoun, routinely contained all of it's beloved vowels.
You: Those days were innocent days, devoid of "pokes" and "apps"
Stranger: i suppose having lost the empire it is only naturally to now be losing the language...
You: Why it is the course of history.
Stranger: an endless line of tragedies and brilliance.
Stranger: though i could do with a bit more brilliance as of late
Stranger: harumph
You: None better than the days of Victoria.
You: She must bee turning in her grave.
Stranger: no doubt like her own victrola
You: Tell me, you remember my 2 husband, James, do you not? The one with the impeccable stutter?
Stranger: oh my dear, how could one forget!
You: That is a relief. Only, my father, who is by no means in the prime of his life, failed to remember him. I was beginning to doubt my own sanity. However, you have laid my mind to rest.
Stranger: well due to the see sensitive nature of things, it is quite natural that some of the others would tread lightly. but to not recall such an interesting character at all? oh the world has gone mad.
You: The opium must finally have taken its toll.
Stranger: it has a way. but the price is - to my mind - perfectly reasonable
You: For the elation it provides, there is no doubt that it is, as they call it these days, a "bargain".
Stranger: my dear, as the shadows grow longer and the hour grows late i am forced to accept that it is impossibly proximate to the time at which i need to dress for dinner
You: Are you telling me you must depart my company?
Stranger: i'm afraid that i must
Stranger: i cannot express how lovely it was to reconnect with your dear sweet self
You: Well, it was nice knowing you. Give my respects to your mother from me.
Stranger: alas, i do not trust anna to set the table and there is the matter of my corset to attend to
You: By the way, ASL?
Stranger: 28, girl last i checked, north carolina
Stranger: a dieu, dearheart
You: Certainly (15, Male, Ireland)
Stranger: ciao.
Stranger: truly-really though, you're fantastic.
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