You stroll across a bridge spanning a small stream to find yourself at the telegraph office.
You look inside and find the following communiques transcribed onto a sheet of paper:
. . . - - - . . . Friday, March 25, 2005 . . . - - - . . .
So I was playing Yahoo! Pool the other night, and my opponent asks the inevitable question: ASL? I get this question
occasionally when I'm playing pool, and it really irritates me because I'm just wanting to play the game, and I know
immediately that the person is going to be a teenager. I thought for a moment, and then decided on the best way to handle
it, which turns out to be the best way to handle most situation in life: I decided to have a little fun with it. The result
was short but satisfying, and I hope you get some amusement from it.
I won the pool game, by the way.
rtg_is_me: ASL
[30 seconds later]
realmiggy2: What?
rtg_is_me: AGE SEX LOCATION
[30 seconds later]
realmiggy2: What about it?
rtg_is_me: well what are your answers
[30 seconds later]
realmiggy2: What kind of answers?
rtg_is_me: fuck
rtg_is_me: what is your age and where do you live and how old are you
rtg_is_me: sorry whats your age where do you live and what gender are you
[30 seconds later]
realmiggy2: Oh!
realmiggy2: 42, M, Arizona
rtg_is_me: i c
rtg_is_me: 18 m australia