Because that’s how terrible my humour is.
If that is you, say hi or something :)
There was an obnoxious man who wanted to celebrate the anniversary of his death. Unfortunately, that evening a cowardly Italian placed his soul in an airtight jar. So, the man was soulless. His celebration never happened. The Italian celebrated instead.
I’m really starting to like Omegle :)
We had a nice little chat about Torchwood and Sherlock.
The conversation before that, the stranger claimed his/her mother was a witch. We were trying to brainstorm ways to stop her from melting in the rain. I suggested travel in a bowl to catch the liquid. Apparently she rides broom. Attach a bucket to the bottom of it? But most of the time she uses her flying monkeys. Buy her a raincoat? She’s stubborn and refuses to wear anything but her black gown. Chain her inside? She knows spells. Buy anti-spell chains? Do they have them on Amazon?
A night well spent, I’d say.