I am Matt. And you are?
I demand your e-mail address, though I will never use it:
Do you do a zine? What is it called?
Do I know you?
Indeed
Hardly
Have you ever actually read my zine before?
As a matter of fact, I have. Suprised?
Read? Your zine? That's a joke, right? Has anybody ever read your zine before?
Where is Michael Myers waiting with a kitchen knife right now?
In my coset
Under my bed
Standing outside the door
Wherever I plan to hide
Between your legs you have a
beaver
wang
I refuse to be pigeon-holed by your backwards notions of gender identity
How did you find me?
Through Xerography Debt, and I wish I hadn't!
Through OK Commuter, and now I can't find my way back there!
It's listed in your zine, jackass!
From the web site for
I was trying to find that other zine called Meniscus, but you ain't no Yuan-Kwan Chan!
I just typed into my search engine, and somehow I ended up in this cultural wasteland you're trying to pass off as a web site.
Who would win in the following battle: Jason Voorhees vs. Gamera
Our Hockey-Masked Hero
The Flying Nuclear Super-Turtle
What do you think of Meniscus Enterprises?