Nice girl.

Ending my return to Omegle on a surprisingly nice note.

Bra measurements ≠ Baking measurements

Around this time, the conversation became more or less legit, although still heavily boob-centric. She seemed like a really nice girl, but technical difficulties ended our conversation prematurely.

Story of my life. Meet a nice girl with cartoonishly large breasts, find out she's half a world away (Australia), lose her never to meet again.

Sigh. Goodbye, Rebecca, goodbye Margueritte.

It's because I'm Canadian, right?

Mystery solved.

Dexys-induced out-rockage

This was actually a rather nice conversation! How unusual.

Thanks for asking.

Damn, and I was ready for a serious heart-to-heart.

You be the judge.

You can't blame me for asking.

What can I say? I'm only human.