The games kids play

I no longer have a stalker.

As a matter of fact, should I choose to commit some crime in the near future, I fear the content contained herein could be used against me in a court of law.

Last night, I am innocently typing up the previous post. I publish it and head back to Farm Town, not because I am addicted, mind you.

I had about sixteen trees that needed to be planted when who should show up ON THE FARM. When someone shows up, a chat box automatically opens up.

So we are going through the pleasantries and I finally ask him how old he is. He tells me he is 19. No biggie, right? But I am not about to have an internet affair with a cartoon character.

He starts telling me that he is mad that is too (to) young for me, and that he just wants a pretend girlfriend like the other people have.

::cue the violins::

The mother side of me tells him that there are tons of girls (emphasize) his age and that he'll find someone.


Blah, blah, blah.

I am getting tired of the chit-chat and want to make a quick escape when finally tells me he is 10.


:::record screech:::

I am all, "You are up awfully late. I better go." And he finally leaves.

All I can think is that Chr!s H@nson is going to come in and accuse me of chatting with a minor.
I seriously was panicked.

I think I have been cured of my Farm Town addiction.

(Or at least befriending people. Let's be reasonable.)