My own fair share...
Apart from the obligatory fat bird (by the way we're talking not just meaty, not just a bit extra, not cow size, in fact, not even hippo sized. Try a sodding blue whale!) who was American, lived near Salisbury, lost her virginity at 13 and tried to rape me, I've never had a problem with weirdos off the net. I've made quite a few good friends actually. Although one person I am pleased never to have met was one person who claimed to be a psychic vampire, and offered to "turn" me. I think that's one for the old block list methinks.

Also, given that people are passing on experiences of past b3ta bashes, I think I may have well been the weird one in this case (Sheffield bash, Jan '06). I got slightly drunk, and did goatse-alikes with anything I could find. My pint, a sauce pot and a container for chips made good material. And then spending the rest of the evening constantly talking about a bloke who was sat just on the other side of the pub, who I swear to God was the dead spit of Dr Fox. The trouble is, it wasn't just his face. Or his hair. He even dressed the same. Either way, this is by the by, as I managed to freak out a bunch of hardened b3tans, which to me is something to be proud of!

Oh- one more thing- saying "No, Daddy no, it bleeeeeeeeds" in a really freaky voice is also excellent for freaking out fellow b3tans. I think it's something of a sport for me. Freaking out b3tans... hmmm...
( jim_bob can herd cats., Wed 22 Mar 2006, 21:11, Reply)