Considering how the majority of my posts are just reposting the crap people say on myspace, I guess the 'voice waiting to be heard' is not mine.
And getting astonished by it is like getting blown away by the low nutritional value of fairy bread, but if there needed anything to further cement the idea that aliens have chosen not to invade earth only because they think humans look so annoying to be around.
The last one, I hit delete and missed his name, but his 'catch phrase' was "what u lookin at?"
Not you if I can help it dude.
But I still did. Moustache. 40's. Chubby. A logo of Harley Davidson as his page decoration.
His hobby is photography and provided I am over 18 he wants to be mates, leading me to believe not only did our lad not have it going on, but he was going to get it all off and send pictures of whatever it is to strangers.
This kind of thing almost makes me nostalgic for the park flasher, who seems comparatively a small town innocent.
But actually not. Flashers also give me a fright. Luckily I haven't seen one in ages. If there is any award for "classiest response to a flasher" I give it to Janey Mac in Melbourne. Walking home alone one night a man jumped out from behind a tree and said "Hi! " She said at first she didnt notice he was naked, and said "hi". It kind of threw him and in attempt to swing things back on track he said "Umm... I have lost all my clothes" and she said "Sorry, I haven't seen them" and he said "I am sorry, I am so sorry" and ran away.
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
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