Monday, March 1, 2010

Chat Roulette

Meet guys like this guy on Chat Roulette.

WARNING: This is seriously graphic/hilarious/disturbing/slightly unbelievable. Please be so kind as to not judge ME, as I was nothing more than an innocent bystander. The looney tunes in this situation are the ones to be judged. 

I'm not sure if you've ever heard of a new social networking site (well ... sort of), called Chat Roulette. A friend of mine was giving me the run down on it. Of course, my skeptical side had to poke and prod. Basically you just type in www.chatroulette.com, click "Allow" to turn on your video camera, and random people show up on your screen. No signing up or anything. It's completely 100% anonymous, aside from your face, of course. I could have been Helen Keller who worked at a Laundromat if I wanted to, and an Olympic Gold Medalist gymnast to the next guy if I felt compelled to be that. You can either choose to talk to them, or "next" them, by clicking next. The very first face that showed up on my screen, was a man that has nappy long blonde hair and ears gauged SO big, that I could probably fit my fist through them. Terrifying. The following list are the next few people I saw, in actual order:

A middle aged man's penis ... make that two. AND one man in red tighty whities with gut rolling over the elastic. Not cute.
A very hairy man with a completely solid unibrow.
Someone's dad.
A guy that wanted to play guitar for me. (Had his camera not frozen, I would have let him.)
A group of 5 very, umm, "unique" kids.
A guy who wouldn't show anything BUT his pecs/guns.
A guy who stared blankly at me for a solid 3 minutes and 20 seconds. (I timed him.)
A midget (I am not kidding.)
And a 12 year old girl from England who instantly judged me.

However, I did find one legit human being in this pool of creepy specimen. His name is Paul, an  awesome kid from Manchester, UK. The first, and only, ACTUAL person I talked to on here. He's the editor for the show Most Haunted. (He could be lying, yes, but that's a pretty random fact to make up about yourself, no?) He also told me that he used to work in a stationary shop selling pencils. He always hated his job until now. I can see why. 

Then I talked to some guy ... an unexplainably good looking guy, mind you, who was from Portugal. His name was Fabio (typical), and he works for a computer company, although by the looks of him, I think Calvin Klein underwear modeling would be a much more suiting career choice for him. Just sayin'! And I kid you not. My pop pop used to wear these shirts, it sort of looked like a polo, but it has this little pocket on the chest. Fabio was wearing one, old man print and everything. I was hysterical when I saw him on my screen. Absolutely died. 

While I felt completely and utterly creepy talking to these two people, it was actually kind of cool to talk to someone from the UK and from Portugal, in the same day. Not exactly something you get to do everyday. While I definitely don't see myself sitting on this thing all night while I'm bored and have nothing better to do, it was cool to at least check out. If you decide to do the same, please be warned ... its 90% creeps out there. Fair warning!