Chatroulette Is Dead.

This is a Chatroulette catch!

So this weekend I took some time out of my beer drinking (I switched to gin) to do one last Caught on Chatroulette.  At the time, I held out hope that I could save this sinking ship, but alas, I was incorrect as usual.  I spent a full hour on Chatroulette, and it was more of a self-flagellation than research on a story.  To spout the details of the experiences my tenacity forced me to toil with would only further my embarrassment and present a total for which to assign the amount of penises I have seen online since March.  So for my own sanity, I give to you:  Chatroulette Is Dead: A Celebrity Obituary.


This is the pick of the littler, kids.  Consider yourself strapped in and heading up the slippery slope.  This may be scary, but I know you can do it.  Welcome to The End.

Sparky stays on Chatroulette because there's still more girls there than at his Live Action Role Playing League

Enter the first sketch-ball in the bath house.

Friendly face, right? He's not wearing any pants. He's about to show you his junk.

God I hope this guy didn't see me. He will kill me.

OMG!! This guy is cutting up drugs!!

I think this is a woman? God, I have no idea what she's doing.

Who put up his mid-wall border? Poor carpentry...

And we end the way we began. Having narrowly averted another sleeper cell.