ok..im convinced..
 

that some adult webmasters are adult webmasters for a reason..becuase they have no FUCKIN SOCIABLE SKILLS!! I met up witha fellow webmaster for drinks last night to discuss some buisness moves that we were looking to get into. Now mind you im not the total life of the party but in order to get shit done you have to be able to communicate. We were lookin at these chicks who were in the bar and he literally said "LOL".....shit like this scares me when you take online lingo offline...

This person has definitely spent to much time on the boards.

Funny stuff.

I refuse to use lol even on message boards. Any of it.

When is acrophobia coming back?

lol

LOL

:1orglaugh :1orglaugh

No shit.

I myself have imagined using CTRL F before whilst using study books. Pisses me off to be looking for something on a page, but not being able to find it. :helpme

I bet he tilts his head to the side when he smiles too.

:1orglaugh :1orglaugh

Dude, you didn't have to tell everyone! :mad:

:winkwink:

Haahahaha

even I dont go that far, and I think more often than not, I take this online persona a bit too far....

That is fucking hilarious!!!

haha how true :)

Met Casper and the rest of the Cool Content crew last week in Prague, Louis of Karups was also here as well. In Amsterdam met Danny and the Content Spotlight crew. Had a blast everytime. all really nice guys and no problems communicating, while they were sober:Graucho

im sorry man...u were "lol''n all damn night man...i couldnt enjoy my buzz in peace..

:1orglaugh :1orglaugh :1orglaugh :1orglaugh

for those who have not met me im basically your laid back type cat with a throwback jersey and its fitted....

thats some funny shit

hahaha:1orglaugh

Signs you are addicted to the Net


Everytime you wait for the kettle to boil, you have the sudden urge to switch the computer on and check your email.

Your bookmark takes 15 minutes to scroll from top to bottom.

You kiss your girlfriend's home page.

You get a tattoo that says "This body best viewed with Netscape 4.0 or higher."

You dream in HTML, DHTML and sometimes even XML.

You turn off your modem and get this awful empty feeling, like you just pulled the plug on a loved one.

You refer to going to the bathroom as downloading.

You start introducing yourself as "Kim at cheerful dot net dot au"

Your heart races faster and beats irregularly each time you see a new WWW site address in print or on TV, even though you've never had heart problems before.

You step out of your room and realize that your parents have moved and you don't have a clue when it happened.

You turn on your intercom when leaving the room so you can hear if new e-mail arrives.

Your wife drapes a blond wig over your monitor to remind you of what she looks like.

All of your friends have an @ in their names.

When looking at a pageful of someone else's links, you notice all of them are already highlighted in purple.

You created a homepage for each of your 101 dalmations.

You can't call your mother...she doesn't have a modem.

You check your mail. It says "no new messages." So you check it again.

Your phone bill comes to your doorstep in a box.

You code your homework in HTML and give your instructor the URL.

You don't know the sex of three of your closest friends, because they have neutral nicknames and you never bothered to ask.

Your husband tells you he's had the beard for 2 months.

You wake up at 3 a.m. to go to the bathroom and stop and check your e-mail on the way back to bed.

You tell the kids they can't use the computer because "Daddy's got work to do" and you don't even have a job.

You buy a Captain Kirk chair with a built-in keyboard and mouse.

Your wife makes a new rule: "The computer cannot come to bed."

You never have to deal with busy signals when calling your ISP...because you never log off.

The last girl you picked up was only a jpeg.

You ask a plumber how much it would cost to replace the chair in front of your computer with a toilet.

Your wife says communication is important in a marriage...so you buy another computer and install a second phone line so the two of you can chat.

All your daydreaming is preoccupied with getting a faster connection to the net: 28.8...ISDN...cable modem...T1...T3.

As your car crashes through the guardrail on a mountain road, your first instinct is to search for the "back" button.