Some time ago I went into a chatroom with a name that you couldn't tell if it was male or female. Some guy messaged me and said he wanted to get naked on tinychat. So while I stalled him I messaged every other guy who had messaged me (about 10 people) and gave them the url and told them to come to the room but only if they would be naked on cam. Everytime someone asked which one am I in the chat I gave someone else's name that I knew I had sent there and told them I would be getting naked shortly and that I was having computer problems. Of course I never went in myself but within minutes they all started messaging me and swearing at me about the naked sausagefest I had gotten them involved in.
"My parents, brother, and I left Iran in 1980, shortly after the revolution. After a brief stay in Italy, we packed all our belongings once again and headed west to the exotic and the unknown: Vancouver. We had recently been accepted as landed immigrants, meaning Canada graciously opened its doors and we gratefully accepted; we arrived at Vancouver International Airport on my 10th birthday, three suitcases and one sewing machine in tow. After respectful but intense questioning at immigration, we were dropped off at a hotel on Robson Street, which was then still a couple years shy of becoming the fashionable tourist hub it is today. We were jetlagged, culture shocked, and hungry, so that first night, my father and brother courageously ventured out into the wild in search of provisions. I fell asleep before they returned. The next morning, I woke up at 5 a.m. and ravenously feasted on a cold Quarter Pounder with cheese and limp French fries that had been left by my beds...

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