on Aug, 09 2011 5862 views

[cthon98] hey, if you type in your pw, it will show as stars
[cthon98] ********* see!
[azurediamond] hunter2
[azurediamond] doesnt look like stars to me
[cthon98] [azurediamond] *******
[cthon98] thats what I see
[azurediamond] oh, really?
[cthon98] Absolutely
[azurediamond] you can go hunter2 my hunter2-ing hunter2
[azurediamond] haha, does that look funny to you?
[cthon98] lol, yes. See, when YOU type hunter2, it shows to us as *******
[azurediamond] thats neat, I didnt know IRC did that
[cthon98] yep, no matter how many times you type hunter2, it will show to us as *******
[azurediamond] awesome!
[azurediamond] wait, how do you know my pw?
[cthon98] er, I just copy pasted YOUR ******'s and it appears to YOU as hunter2 cause its your pw
[azurediamond] oh, ok.




Sister Margaret

Sister Margaret was a model nun all of her life, until she was called to get
her just rewards. As she approached the pearly gates, Saint Peter said "Hold on,
Sister Margaret...not so fast!"
"But I have been good all my life and dedicated to the work of the Lord. From
the time the sisters at the convent took me in as an infant to my dying
breath... I have lived for this moment!" Sister Margaret exclaimed in disbelief.

"That is precisely the problem," replied St. Peter, " never learned
right from wrong and to get into heaven, you must know the difference between
right and wrong".
"Well, what can I do? I will do anything to get into heaven!" Sister Margaret
"I am going to have to send you back down to Earth. When you get there, I want
you to smoke a cigarette and call me when you are finished. We will discuss your
situation then." ordered St. Peter.
Sister Margaret returned to Earth, smoked a Camel, and then immediately called
St. Peter, coughing and hacking. "Saint Peter" she gasped, "I can hardly
breathe, my mouth tastes terrible, my breath stinks, I feel dizzy, and I think I
am going to throw up".
"Good!" replied the old saint, "Now you are finally getting a feel for right
and wrong. Now go out tonight and drink some hard liquor and call me back when
you are ready."
Sister Margaret phoned St. Peter immediately after taking several belts of
Jack Daniels.
"Saint Peter, I feel woozy... that vile liquid burned my throat and nauseated is all I can do to keep it down."
"Good...good! Now you are starting to see the difference between right and
wrong," said St. Peter with delight.
"Tomorrow I want you to seek out a man and know him in the Biblical sense, and
then call me."
A week passed before Sister Margaret called St. Peter and left a message: "Yo,'s Peggy...It's gonna be a while!"