Hey man! What’s up? When I said that I just wanted to indicate the fact that to me you are like anybody else. Why, I didn’t even bother to ask your name. I don’t know who you are. That’s all. Sorry but no Optimism intended. 
You mean since I’m the only one available, eh? You broke my heart 
It really did hurt my feelings. 
When I wake up in the morning I don’t remember a goddamn thing. I think it to be a good thing, though.
Who forsees the future? How is that?
Let me share my thought on eating breakfast. I’m a foodie and love every meal (especially lunch and dinner). Still, I’ll usually have half of a cup of tea every morning because I don’t see anything interesting about eating breakfast alone (even if we have the best breakfast). Still, whenever I’m going to have breakfast with a bunch of people (family or friends), I’m the one who eats the most because it’s kinda a meal that won’t make you stuffed, and it’s still tasty.
Since you’ve talked about dreams, I have the most realistic and mostly action dreams of all time, and I usually don’t forget the feelings they cause. It also makes it difficult to ignore them.
Have you ever felt a nuclear bomb’s explosion wave tossing you while burning your skins? I did, and it was enjoyable because of the adrenaline feeling rushing in my veins after waking up. I guess that’s the future.
'Sup, girl?
Did you have to burst my bubble of self-satisfaction like this? That’s gonna leave a mark on my heart (oh, this was a new joke. I surprised myself 
).
Really?! Are you really going to pull at that thread? (You know who I am. I’m the half-witted good for nothing bastard that is part of two and a half people)
It means you’re not part of that two and a half people and I now see you in the topic, so let’s ask you a question. (This must hurt more, I assume ).
I hear a lot of people telling stories about their future-telling dreams. I thought I’m the only one who doesn’t have one.
Since we’re talking about breakfast let me share with you a photo of my best breakfast that I ate at a village on the way to Damghan.
It wasn’t the food that was pleasant. It was the people who served it and made it unforgettable.
Yes I have, actually. It was two minutes ago when I read autophile’s comment. It burns not only your skin, but inside your bones. 
The last dream that I remember I had, was suffocating in sleep. To be honest, I don’t know if it was real or just a dream. I’m scared. 
No it didn’t. But honest, I think you’ve got to have your eyes examined. I’m worried about you. 
People sometimes say weird things.
I did. And the doctor said I’m so stupid that I cannot understand what I see. There’s nothing wrong with my eyes. So… The jokes on you.
They do, don’t they?
Then I might as well take it.
What do you mean by “take it”? You mean the eye examination? Aren’t you an avid reader, hence a glasses-lover already? Hang on a moment! What are we talking about? I think I’m losing the trail of our conversation.
Anyway, listen to this!
The other day, I heard an interesting question. It was this:
Which one do you think costs more?
Building the Titanic or making the film Titanic?
Apparently, we can just guess. I don’t know the answer. Look it up if you want.
What do you think? I’m talking too much? Wanna get out of here? You hate me? What’s happening?
@erfansakkaki Do you have any plans for IELTS?
Any specific reason for taking the exam? (Are you running away from the country, leaving us behind?)
I tried to upload this music several times. The stupid file just got uploaded here.
Once - The Moon
It’s from the musical “Once”.
Running away is one of my options on the table, but it’s not as easy as it used to be. I may apply for Canada skill worker visa, but not sure if it works for me. Meanwhile, I’ll look for other options. What about you? I can clearly see you use the words correctly and in the right places. Have you had any experience living abroad or taking an IELTS test?
I’m so pro immigration. Just go, man. Whatever you can do to go, do it. There’s no hope here. I wish you the best.
And thank you, my words happen to fall in the right place accidentally. No, I’ve never been abroad. And no, I don’t believe in any sort of certification for my skills. Even the idea of paying someone to tell me I can do something properly or not, is appalling to me.
Paying more than 10 million tomans for something that I’m barely going to use it, is not reasonable to me (but you should do it ).
Erfan, I have a great idea. Do you remember on the other thread, we said… Ok, I don’t remember what we said. It had VIP topic. Anyway, we faked a silly scenario. It gave me the idea that we can create a segment in our topic, to act out different imaginary situations. For example, we create a fake argument and we talk to each other angrily about something that we made up. For example (in the beforesaid example ), you’re the father and I’m a child, I’ve got back home drunk. Or @autophile is an illegal alien getting fired buy me, her boss, after I found out. It would be funny. What do you think?
(I just creeped myself out )
Slap!!! POW 
BAM 
BIF 
(I hit you hard when arrive home)
Are you out of your mind, you stupid son? I know what you’ve done boy (with an old western gangster voice). I knew she was an alien and kept that a secret till I find a way to tell you as you’re afraid of aliens.
Why didn’t you call me first? (we were the only family having cell phones in that time)
Where on the earth we shall look to find her again now?
We could’ve put her in many works and pretend that’s a common thing, or even research her kind and sell the knowledge for a poach of golds. We could even… Nevermind. It’s pointless to talk more about it. You disappointed me, son. Now we have to find a way to take her back…
Story continues by @Mashreghi1 and @autophile
Others can participate too. Feel free to mention them if you have a role for them.
How dare you to hit me, dad! I know I’m 7 years old and I shouldn’t drink vodka in town with my friends, but what do you expect me to do when I have to work 16 hours a day in people’s barns and pick up pig shit, to bring you food while you’re sitting on the couch and playing Mario kart (They were the only family which had game consoles and stuff). But let me break the news to you, dad. You’re not my real father. I’m adopted (Couldn’t sound more silly 
).
Wait a minute, maybe I’m too drunk to understand. But, who the hell is this alien we are talking about?
And scene!!
(We literally just crossed the line of being silly to being lunatics; welcome to the club. )
Your scenario was a completely different thing, wasn’t it? You mixed two different situations together? I mean being a drunk and firing an alien? A warning wouldn’t go amiss.
I’m sorry, son, I didn’t want to bring this up, but you left me no choice. Yes, you’re adopted, but you are not 7 years old. I mean, you are but on the Earth.
“What do you mean?!” you said.
You are 700 years old, and @autophile is your birth mother. She brought you to Earth 7 years ago using the last portal after their planet was destroyed by @boudicca, the cruelest warrior of the galaxy. You two had nowhere to go, and you needed a greenish jelly meal called “slime energy balls” boiled in reddish liquid to grow and become an adult, or you would’ve died. The problem was we don’t have any of those ingredients on Earth. Your mother cried and pleaded to help her. I had to use one of my recent inventions to help you, but the processor needed something to sacrifice. Your mother offered her memory to turn you into a human baby. She doesn’t even remember that she’s an alien now, even though she has some odd manners.
I didn’t want to keep this a secret too, but now that you want an answer, I must say, when you are out there, drinking vodka, and working hard daily, I’m working on my new research to help and protect you and your mother because I found @boudicca is looking for the last survivors of your species.
Did you mean burning the alien (putting her on fire) or fire her from the job? I went for the second one. It’s fine, tho, we are free to mix things up, but I hope the others co-operate too
We’re diving deep into it. You are a real storyteller, aren’t you? I’m laughing my ass off. I just wanted us to act out simple and short scenarios (maybe not scenarios, just scenes) for one or two posts. But it got better. Apparently we are making a screenplay for a sci-fi film now. And it’s going to suck; take that, DC universe!
It’s really good you’re here. I love you, man. 
Ok. Let’s see what’s happening. It seems @autophile must makeup the rest of story.
By the way, an illegal alien is an immigrant. But it cut together nicely.
O M G. That’s why I didn’t get the point in first place, but we can keep moving. ROAD TO DC UNIVERSE!
Interesting indeed. I’ll do some research on it this weekend.
Which thread? Huh? 
Give me the link. Now. 
@erfansakkaki Oh, my husband, my husband, you’re astounding. I’m glad to make your acquaintance. I’ll try to come up with something soon enough.
@Mashreghi1 You are at least four times my age, how come you’re my son?
Let me add a meaningless twist to the story.
(I’m Craig)
When Craig hears his father’s testimony about his past, beads of tears start to roll down on his cheeks. He looks up to his father’s eyes and says:
“That can’t be true. I don’t believe it. Screw you!”
He turns back and runs towards the door. At the moment he wants to reach for the doorknob, someone smashes the door open. Seeing a shadowy figure of a bulky man at the door, takes Craig aback. He puts himself together and says:
“You broke the door, you moron. Didn’t anyone teach you to knock first?”
The shadowy figure steps inside, looks down to Craig and says:
“Shut up, kid! Where’s your bloody father? He owes me something.”
Craig thinks to himself:
“I don’t need this right now. This doesn’t concern me.”
Shouting “Go to hell”, He runs out of the house. But where can he go?
The narrator: “What do you think the man wants from his father?”
To be continued.
You know if people read these posts, our dignity would be screwed? Right? Thank god nobody’s here except us.
Shut up, you old hag. (Too much? Sorry.)
We were talking in the other chat room.
