Guess who joined eHarmony bitches.
This trick did, and to be clear, for writing purposes.
Like my ass, (and I specifically mean my ass), has any trouble seducing the scrubs this useless excuse for a match-making service provides me with.
...but whatever I guess...still an ego humping.
I haven't even provided these "gentlemen" with a picture -- deterring or enticing -- that could asterix me as soul mate material. What donkeys. Your prepositioned grope-fests, (because that tends to be the typical ugly date protocol for virgin-ians) will be declined until stunning Dr. Zack (28) from your commercial's materializes in my living room. Don't see it happening. Until them, I will continue to collect them like Pokemen. Gotta catch'em all!
ps. My favorite is Charmandar.
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