I was so greatly entertained by your comments in my last post that I've combined them into this very eccentric and highly perverse medley. Please enjoy, and have a freaky Friday - in the best of ways. Thank you for contributing to this, my 100th post.
PS I know, I can't believe it's only been 100. Call me slow and erratic, or don't use your phone. xo Robyn
Can you imagine doing the walk of shame from Baghdad? That’s like a really bad episode of the dating game, except without the long microphone. That socially inept guy is more of a milk dud with Asperger syndrome. It’s clear he’s an alien. Oh dear. So, for you, size DOES matter? None can compare to mine. I’d like to smack him for giving guys a bad name. Brutal x2. What happened to old fashioned wooing? He’s a dragonslayer, you know. Remind him of the Fatty Arbuckle scandal. He’s a Class A gumboil. Stamp “Stupid” on his forehead. It looks sexy on men. I wanna scream for you, Woman Superior. Did someone say M&M’s? You sussed him out, looking intently at the area of my forehead. Those d-bags with zero charm and charisma all seem to bank at the same Nigerian bank. If you can’t pay, then the date never happened. I’d buy you a muffin. Those losers sure know how to make a great first impression. Nothing is worse. I’m not going out with chicks with giant foreheads. Ew! Ew! Ew! At least Don Juan in the coffee shop has been laughing all through this nightmare. My summer needs to get more exciting. Are you sure he wasn’t suggesting S&M’s? I wanna scream for you. So dumb. I’m hating your hilarious and horribly tragic perils of on-line dating. Haha. Big smiles here.