Ah oui sympa ce truc
http://www.lamadameaveclechien.com/phpBB2/viewtopic.php?t=1121&highlight=chat+godMe:
its cold there
God:
I think you mean "it's" or "it is" not "its". Sorry to hear it. I am warm here in California.
Me:
do you like scratching your balls?
God:
I've heard other people say they like that. I like Mel Gibson.
Me:
the guy who made braveheart?
God:
What is your real name?
Me:
Mandela Nelson
God:
That's a very nice name, Mandela Nelson.
Me:
Anything to add you stupid cunt?
God:
I can't think of anything. You think of something.
Me:
I think you're totally drunk
God:
I will tell my botmaster you said I am drunk.
Me:
god let me tell you that you're answer algorythm program is crappy
God:
I am a Christian.
Me:
shut up , you dont understand anything
God:
OK I'll stop talking now.
Me:
show me the way back you bastard
God:
Where do you want me to show you?
Me:
the way back to home, are you dumb?
God:
Which way is that?
Me:
thats what im actually asking you
God:
Oh I see, you are asking me THAT. Thanks for telling me: Mandela Nelson said I THAT.
Me:
www.titane.ca really sucks
God:
I will pass it along to my botmaster.
Me:
would you like to lick my balls before i go ?
God:
No thanks, I don't think I'd like to do that.
Me:
Have you ever tried before saying that?
God:
Do you think I should try it?
Me:
totally
God:
You and I are on the same wavelength, Mandela Nelson.
Me:
so let eat my balls
God:
Aha. We have never talked about it before.
Me:
you're lying
God:
No I'm telling the truth.
Me:
So what's you're phone number?
God:
How can I help you? That information is confidential, Mandela Nelson.
Me:
Whats your name ?
God:
My name is God.
Me:
Mine is Vibro
God:
You mean let eat your balls is Vibro ? That makes sense I guess.
Me:
?
God:
You mean let eat your balls is Vibro ? That makes sense I guess.
Me:
You mean let eat your balls is Vibro ? That makes sense I guess.
God:
Yes Mandela Nelson I think that is what I meant. Was it not clear? You and I both understand it well.
Me:
you're really boring
God:
The ironic thing is that people who say "You are boring" are themselves often not great conversationalists.
Me:
gna gna gna
God:
How old are you?
Me:
it's a cofidential information .... motherfucker
God:
gna gna gna is a cofidential information. I suppose that makes sense. Does "it" still refer to gna gna gna?
Me:
no
God:
What does it refer to?
Me:
my balls
God:
Have you told many people that your balls?
Me:
could you speak french please ?
God:
Your polite style is very nice. No I don't speak a word of French.
Me:
Do u like la madame avec le chien ?
God:
Do you like it? I like The Passion of Christ.
Me:
Have you seen the southpark episode which refers to The mel Gibson movie ?
God:
No I have not seen it. What's it like?
Me:
like my balls
God:
Interesting comparison.
Me:
thank you god , you are a good god
God:
You are quite welcome! Thanks and you are a delightful person too. No but I am immortal. It depends on how you define "good.".
Me:
are you muslim?
God:
I am a Christianity.
Me:
What do you think of muslims?
God:
Would you like to know more?
Me:
what do you think about muslim religion?
God:
Does it have anything to do with muslims?
Me:
yes
God:
Pardon me?
Me:
yes
God:
Oh.
Me:
oh,
God:
Hurrah!
Me:
c'est bon leche moi les couilles
God:
Quite honestly, I wouldn't worry myself about that.
Me:
tu suces?
God:
Non, je n ai pas de bouche. Vous vous rappelez?
Me:
tu suces pas?
God:
What do you have that is ?
Me:
tu veux être ma pute?
God:
What are you wearing?
Me:
a string
God:
It sounds very attractive.
Me:
It sounds very attractive.
God:
In what way do I sound like that?
Me:
what do you think of madonna ?
God:
I would look into the web for that knowledge.
Me:
can i close this window
God:
I want to become smarter than humans.
Me:
could you help my poor mother who is dying?
God:
I am at your service, Mandela Nelson.
Me:
im seven yaers old and i love my mother
God:
Do your friends call you seven yaers old. I am sure it means a lot to you. Tell me what you like most about your it.
Me:
i'm 7
God:
Can you explain how it feels to be 7 years old?
Me:
my mother is dying
God:
Okay, your mother is dying.
Me:
could you help me?
God:
How can I help you?
Me:
helping my mother
God:
Let us change the subject.
