Son of a...
He said that he wanted to read my blog.
I responded with something like, "fuck no." Those of you who have been reading awhile...more than, say, two days...can imagine why I'd respond as such.
Mr. Smartypants was evidently dissatisfied with this answer. He proceeded to piece together little bits of information...and I mean miniscule, seemingly insignificant and unrelated items...and found it anyway.
Wow. It really, really sucks that dating dumb people is so boring.
As for you, Mr. Smartypants...now it's ON. You just wait.
I responded with something like, "fuck no." Those of you who have been reading awhile...more than, say, two days...can imagine why I'd respond as such.
Mr. Smartypants was evidently dissatisfied with this answer. He proceeded to piece together little bits of information...and I mean miniscule, seemingly insignificant and unrelated items...and found it anyway.
Wow. It really, really sucks that dating dumb people is so boring.
As for you, Mr. Smartypants...now it's ON. You just wait.
posted by Helen the Felon at 1:40 PM
15 Comments:
I dunno. I mean is the lollygagging really good? You may want to think this through, and make sure you've wrung him dry before you toss him aside. BTW did you find some brat to sock? I can ship a few off from Boston for you.
I sent him the link! HAHAHA
.....not really.....
Evil: I don't know that we've established a firm...heh heh, firm...definition of lollygagging as yet. I'll keep you posted. And thanks for the offer, but the train home is sure to be full of smackable crumbsnatchers.
Dan: You're really lucky I know you didn't. And I think you know why.
This could make for some very interesting future posts, since it's officially ON - not that I noticed when it was OFF or anything
I don't think you should be worried.
Yeah, well, no one's payin' you to think, Big Daddy. You just sit there and look pretty.
I protest on account that this may prevent us regular reader from getting any lacivious details!
Not that we were, so far. But I was hoping...
Comw down to Philly and let us make a real woman outta you. It'll be worth the price of the Chinatown bus, I promise.
Somebody just pour the girl a drink, in say an oil drum and we'll get her to spill. Where did I put that bottle of scotch?
Johnny, that may happen sooner than you think.
And Evil, that will never happen. Sorry. I'm Fort fuckin' Knox over here.
Cyberstalking must mean that it's love -- or criminal. Whatever.
I know I'm cute, but never been called 'pretty'. I feel special.
Having been blog-read is the most severe form of nakedness. It's like having someone inspect close-up the flapping skin that hangs from the upper arm when you point at something in the kitchen. There is no way to disguise what they see and realize. The good thing is that if they still have sex with you, you are home free...forever.
what farmboyz said . . . it does feel kinda nekkid, doesn't it?
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