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Identity used for this conversation:

“GhettoPhresh”

Victim’s name:
How can u be soft in a world made of stone?

Photo:

My message to him:
nicca, i wanna get wit chu.

His response:
fo sho, give me 5 good reasons y along with ur name and number…

Me:
Mah name’s Lakenda. And here’s the 5: pussy, ass, tits, mouth, fists.
So wut u lyke 2 do for fun, cockbreath?

Him:
naw, turn bitches like u out and make my money, so drop ur digits and we’ld push that line…

Me:
You make my cock so hard.

Him:
lol lmao lol, so ur one of those dudes that be fiening of being something close to a woman? lol

Me:
Your incoherent misspellings only make my cock harder and purple’er.

Him:
in correct, mis spelling? ok, u say wut u say but ur fak, fraudulent, posing as a woman when ur a dude trying to get your rocks off the internet… ur bitch made, thats obvious and plain to see

Me:
Shut up and cum on my adam’s apple.

Him:
is that pik really u?

Me:
Yes.

Him:
and ur a dude?

Me:
nahh nicca, im playin wit u. of course imma gurl. I do lyke yo pics tho. So wut u into, sexxi?

Him:
making money, art, tattooing, music, and just being me… dating exotic women and making new friends, and u?

Me:
Oh, you’re into art? i gots a quetion den…do you believe that in the 16th century, the Netherlandic painter Heironymous Bosch really created all of the paintings and tryptichs that were under his name, or that there was, in fact, a group of scholars posing as Heironymous Bosch as theorized by many art historians? i jus want to no cuz yo art likein is sexxy. holla?

Him:
lol, i believe he was an alchemist who delve in the after life and his paintings was a reflection of man’s constant strugle with good and evil and where the soul ends up after death…. nice of u to test my skills but my skills are never to be questioned…. and y r u into art like that? do u paint, collect or just found his paintings weird and attracting?

Me:
sorry daddi i jus thought you was playin cuz mos niccaz aint down wit ma boi bosch. you in2 bruegel n shit? dat nicca get me WET.

Him:
give me ur number and i bet i’ld have u dripping like a faucet in heat….

Me:
mmmmmm I can’t wait to talk about art 2getha in the soft glow of candlelight while we touch eachuthas hard cawks.

Him:
then wuts ur number…

Me:
gimme urs furst

Him:
stop playing games u first…

Me:
arp

Him:
arp, wut does that mean?

Me:
God, I want you inside of me.

Him:
then give me ur name and number and we can make it happen

Me:
turplesnag

Him:
bye

Me:
xxx-xxx-xxxx

I made up some random number.

Him:
i’m calling u tonight

Me:
FINALY. I want you so bad.

Him:
the number u gave me is fake like u lakenda, ur getting deleted unless u stop playing and do as i say

Me:
I dont want 2 giv u mah number until u add me 2 ur frends list. i dont even no wut chu look lyke.

Him:
ur a joke… my piks is on my slide, u already seen them and if i add u this will be the 3rd time, game ova. IF I ADD U NOW IT WILL BE THE 3RD TIME I ADDED UR ASS AND IT WILL BE THE SAME BULLSHIT AFTER THAT, AS FOR MY PIKS THERE ON MY SLIDE PLAY WITH THE NEXT MAN CAUSE I DONE WITH U

Me:
I’m sorry, I didn’t know. All things aside, I really do find you interesting. I’m just nervous and a little bad at this sort of thing. Please give me another chance? I’d love to talk to you. Would it still be alright if I called you? I think we got off on the wrong foot.

Him:
give me ur number if its real we’ld talk and start over

Me:
OK here it is.. 555-555-5555

Him:
u know wuts going to happen if thats not the right number right?

Me:
wut? you’ll be a dumb, trickazz gump faggot? that’s a shocker. send me a pic of you eating fiberglass insulation.

Him:
talk shit where u r but in person? o i forgot ur too scared to be seen, go back to the sewers u cum drunk trick our convo iz ova

Me:
yea? wut u gonna do if we meet up in person, gump? u gonna kick my ass? u all tawk, trickazz bustah. imma tear out ur balls an make u eat dose bishes.

Him:
keep talking trick…

Me:
Talking looks like it’s all you know you to do, chump.

God, I want to fuck you so hard.

Him:
well dream about me bitch!!! thats the only it could happen

Me:
Let’s meet up and fuck in the back of a car.

Him:
keep dreaming u stupid bitch cause i told u b4 so y ur still on my nutts, u stupid ho?

Me:
Because I’m in love with you.

Him:
no, ur a liar, if u was in love with me, games would of neva been played, but in the end u played urself, so deal with it

Me:
We have to stop this fickle feud. I just found out I’m pregnant with your baby. We have to get along for the sake of our child.

Him:
ur officially ignored, have fun

Me:
if dats how u gonna play it, den imma get the courts involved. u cant duck out on this repsonsabality. u hav a child now and u cant ignore it. babies cost money. u should have thot twice before impreggnating me if u didnt want 2 deal wit this kind of thing.

No reponse.

Me:
You’ll be hearing from my lawyer, trickass bustah.

Him:
u stupid stalker man bitch, u try something stupid like that i’ld sue u for all the pennies u have and charge ur backwards lawyer with malepractice, legal misrepresentation, and have him or her bared from the state and any other state following…

Me:
I’m sorry. I’m just trying to find a way for us to be together. I miss you TERRIBLY. :(

Him:
how r u going to miss something u neva had?

Me:
I have a brain disorder. Plus I can see the future. We are going to get happily married and start a business smuggling Parsnoxinol over the Mexican border. In case you don’t also have the dreams where you see the future, Parsnoxinol is a drug that will be invented in 2017. It has the ability to cure cancer, HIV and hangnails. It quickly becomes approved by the FDA and becomes so popular that it replaces the Euro as the world’s currency. BUT.. several years after its public adoption and widespread use, dangerous side effects become known. Users of the drug lose control of their bladders permanently and also develop tattoos of ducks and unicorns on their backs. Also, whenever Saved By the Bell reruns air on TBS, Parsnoxinol users go into a trance-like state and kill dictionary salesmen. The drug is soon outlawed despite its demand by the public. You and I rob trains carrying shipments of the drug on horseback and smuggle it into Tucson by stuffing Parsnoxinol filled condoms into our rectums. It actually becomes quite a profitable business. We end up affording to buy an air hockey table.

Him:
nice dream, its twisted just like u, has no meaning, and its not me and u, but it is a good movie and a nice video game, a nutt job u r but ur stupidity brings something out of me so yea, move on

Me:
My stupidity? I’m sorry that the fact that I have a vagina scares you, you stupid faggot. It’s time to come out of the closet you raging fruitcake.

Him:
lol, ur a man, a stalker and can’t take no for an answer, u want me i don’t want u i got many y would i eed u?

Me:
I just want you to gobble my knob. Is that so much to ask? Can’t a brutha gets a toothy one at least?