Unintentionally "dirty" language I've come across while editing mechanical engineering manuals:
"The model's geometry shall reflect the overall size, length, connectivity, and stiffness of the member."
"This method is sometimes referred to as 'dithering' or 'jittering.'"
"...when properly mounted..."
"...while handling a load..."
"...with a rotating head ultrasonic tool..."
"...requiring a drywall screw..."
"Fig. 3: Hoist With Double-Pump Action"
"Table 1.1-2: Deviation From Straightness In Bars"
"Section 8-4 Stress Relieving"
"variable rod-in-tube orifice: type of pressure inducer that uses a retractable tapered rod inside a reamed tube to provide a variable orifice for pressure reduction parallel with sample flow while allowing retraction for cleaning of crud bursts."
"6.6 Butt Welds and Transition Nipples"
"Studs shall extend completely through the nuts."
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Possible Follow-Ups To The Hallmark Hall Of Fame Presentation "A Dog Named Christmas"
Just pitching some ideas:
A Ferret Named Arbor Day
A Parakeet Named Yom Kippur
A Hamster Named Ramadan
A Turtle Named Secretary's Day
A Rabbit Named Lincoln's Birthday
A Pot-Bellied Pig Named Grandma & Grandpa's Golden Wedding Anniversay
An Alpaca Named Boxing Day
A Pony Named Chinese New Year
A Goldfish Named Black History Month
A Ferret Named Arbor Day
A Parakeet Named Yom Kippur
A Hamster Named Ramadan
A Turtle Named Secretary's Day
A Rabbit Named Lincoln's Birthday
A Pot-Bellied Pig Named Grandma & Grandpa's Golden Wedding Anniversay
An Alpaca Named Boxing Day
A Pony Named Chinese New Year
A Goldfish Named Black History Month
More Musical Genius
I'm one of those people who finds it physically impossible not to sing along when I hear music. It's almost an involuntary reaction; sometimes I don't even realize I'm doing it. I bop along to the elevator music while waiting on line at the supermarket, I belt out my iPod playlists on the treadmill at the gym, I put on concerts in my car. I kill at karaoke. An old boyfriend once used that "Who sings this song? Well, let's keep it that way!" line on me. We didn't last very long.
I used to drive the folks at my last job nuts just sitting at my desk, processing insurance payments and happily harmonizing away. But there's no Muzak in my new office, and we're not allowed to wear headphones. For the first few weeks I found the silence stifling, but I've lately found myself still singing anyway, just whatever pops into my head. A few days ago it was — inappropriately, I might add — "Smack My Bitch Up" by Prodigy; last week I couldn't stop humming the Project Runway theme music. And that's not even taking into account the fact that "Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah, roma-ro-ma-ma, Gaga-ooh-la-la" has been running on a loop through my head for about a month. Most recently, it's been "Mad World," the Gary Jules version. I heard it for the first time on a repeat episode of CSI and it's been pretty much lodged in my brain ever since. However, strangely enough, I've never picked up on all of the lyrics, which has resulted in this bit of improvsation:
[to the tune of "Mad World"]
"I don't know all of the words to this song,
just the chorus,
but it's stuck in my head.
And I'm starting to annoy myself, re-
peating it over,
over and over again.
Maybe I should look them up
before I go insane
and my co-workers get
all pissed off and complain.
Mad world, mad world..."
Thank you, Cleveland!
I used to drive the folks at my last job nuts just sitting at my desk, processing insurance payments and happily harmonizing away. But there's no Muzak in my new office, and we're not allowed to wear headphones. For the first few weeks I found the silence stifling, but I've lately found myself still singing anyway, just whatever pops into my head. A few days ago it was — inappropriately, I might add — "Smack My Bitch Up" by Prodigy; last week I couldn't stop humming the Project Runway theme music. And that's not even taking into account the fact that "Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah-ah, roma-ro-ma-ma, Gaga-ooh-la-la" has been running on a loop through my head for about a month. Most recently, it's been "Mad World," the Gary Jules version. I heard it for the first time on a repeat episode of CSI and it's been pretty much lodged in my brain ever since. However, strangely enough, I've never picked up on all of the lyrics, which has resulted in this bit of improvsation:
[to the tune of "Mad World"]
"I don't know all of the words to this song,
just the chorus,
but it's stuck in my head.
And I'm starting to annoy myself, re-
peating it over,
over and over again.
Maybe I should look them up
before I go insane
and my co-workers get
all pissed off and complain.
Mad world, mad world..."
Thank you, Cleveland!
Where's The [bleep]ing FCC When You Need Them?
So, everyone's all up in arms over Adam Lambert's performance at the AMAs the other night. What I don't understand is why more people aren't up in arms about the really offensive performance of the night: Jennifer Lopez. No, not the fact that she fell — that horrendously awful song itself. It was probably the singlemost retarded piece of garbage I have ever heard in my life. Worse than "She-Wolf" even. It made me want to stab every single person involved in its existence with a fork. Repeatedly. And really hard. Seriously, this passes as music these days? A repetitive glorified designer shoe commercial jingle with a Stevie Wonder rip-off?
As you may have deduced, I was very angry about this, so I decided to channel my negative energy into a creative endeavor and come up with some alternate lyrics that I believe would have been much more entertaining:
"I've got high score in Donkey Kong,
We're driving on the Autobahn,
Team Atlas Snowshoes Rubicon (don't worry, it's an Eco-Challenge thing),
My sister ran a marathon,
My pen was here but now it's gone,
Ringo, Paul, George and John,
My favorite Jedi's Obi-Wan,
Will you please put your pants back on?
The first Atari game was Pong,
This guy that I know sells Avon,
Autobots fight Decepticons,
Let's go shopping at Benetton,
My neighbor's blasting reggaeton,
Watch "On The Case With Paula Zahn,"
I've never seen the movie Tron,
And I hate this stupid fucking song."
Thank you, Cleveland!
As you may have deduced, I was very angry about this, so I decided to channel my negative energy into a creative endeavor and come up with some alternate lyrics that I believe would have been much more entertaining:
"I've got high score in Donkey Kong,
We're driving on the Autobahn,
Team Atlas Snowshoes Rubicon (don't worry, it's an Eco-Challenge thing),
My sister ran a marathon,
My pen was here but now it's gone,
Ringo, Paul, George and John,
My favorite Jedi's Obi-Wan,
Will you please put your pants back on?
The first Atari game was Pong,
This guy that I know sells Avon,
Autobots fight Decepticons,
Let's go shopping at Benetton,
My neighbor's blasting reggaeton,
Watch "On The Case With Paula Zahn,"
I've never seen the movie Tron,
And I hate this stupid fucking song."
Thank you, Cleveland!
THIS! Is Project Drunkway!
I was merely innocently inquiring after my sister's Halloween costume progress when this happened:
"I just stopped at Jo-Ann Fabrics last night so I got most of my stuff, yeah. It was way cheap there. It's going to take me forever though, to make it! Good thing I'm not on Project Runway, I'd be given the boot."
Hmm...
[cue fuzzy dream sequence effects]
"Courtney, while your design showed promise, you took on more than you could handle in the time frame of this challenge, and it shows in your poor execution. Michael said your garment looked like 'a disco Halloween costume bought at Jo-Ann Fabrics.' Frankly, what you gave us was disappointing, and a big sloppy mess. Courtney...[big dramatic pause]...you're out. Auf weidersehn."
"EFF you all!!! This show blows goats! I don't need you! I'll be famous on my own! You'll see! Suck it Korrrrrrrrs!!!"
Tim Gunn: "Courtney, I'm so sorry, but I have to send you upstairs to clean up your space. Please don't hurt me. We have security on standby and I'm not opposed to utilizing their services if neccesary."
"Tim, I loved you with all my heart, but now I see you're nothing but a dirty, filthy TRAITOR!!! Take your vocab and SHOVE it, Gunn!!!" [flails about the workspace, knocking over forms and tearing fabric]
Tim: "Well, I am incredulous of this utterly preposterous demonstration of vitriol. Bitch be trippin'!" [busts out some nunchucks] "Bring it, yo! I got your tulle right here!" [motions to crotch; pauses to adjust cuff link]
Meanwhile, back on the runway...
Kors: "Jesus Christ, what was that all about? And we thought Kenley was bad!"
Heidi: "I know! I was like, whoa, that was totally unexpected! She seemed pretty normal before, no?"
Nina: "That display. Was. Taste. Less."
Guest judge Lindsay Lohan: "Eh, I've seen worse." [passes out and falls backwards out of chair]
The next morning, in the workroom...
Carol Hannah: "Oh my gawd, y'all! Courtney destroyed the whole workroom when she left? And now everything's, like, ruined?"
Nicolas: "Strangely, my garment actually looks better."
Christopher: [cries, hands in Miss America/prayer position]
Gordana: "Vhy vould zhe dooo thees? Eet iss so oonfear. Een former Yugoslavia, zhe woot be vipped een veelage square for thees crime."
Logan: "..."
Irina, in interview: "Everyone's like, outraged over this whole thing, like all of their stuff wasn't crap to begin with. I mean, I'm obviously the only one here with a legitimate reason to be pissed. You know she just did it out of jealousy because she knows how much she sucks, compared to me."
Carol Hannah, in interview: "I'ma cut that bitch with a seam ripper. Irina, I mean."
At the next challenge...
Heidi: "Carol Hannah, you were the winner of the last chall—"
Kanye West, in a special guest appearance: "Yo, Heineken, I'ma let you finish, but Courtney's garment was the best EVER MADE! EVER MADE!"
Shameless Garnier product placement guy: "That man desperately needs a hair makeover..."
[roll credits]
"I just stopped at Jo-Ann Fabrics last night so I got most of my stuff, yeah. It was way cheap there. It's going to take me forever though, to make it! Good thing I'm not on Project Runway, I'd be given the boot."
Hmm...
[cue fuzzy dream sequence effects]
"Courtney, while your design showed promise, you took on more than you could handle in the time frame of this challenge, and it shows in your poor execution. Michael said your garment looked like 'a disco Halloween costume bought at Jo-Ann Fabrics.' Frankly, what you gave us was disappointing, and a big sloppy mess. Courtney...[big dramatic pause]...you're out. Auf weidersehn."
"EFF you all!!! This show blows goats! I don't need you! I'll be famous on my own! You'll see! Suck it Korrrrrrrrs!!!"
Tim Gunn: "Courtney, I'm so sorry, but I have to send you upstairs to clean up your space. Please don't hurt me. We have security on standby and I'm not opposed to utilizing their services if neccesary."
"Tim, I loved you with all my heart, but now I see you're nothing but a dirty, filthy TRAITOR!!! Take your vocab and SHOVE it, Gunn!!!" [flails about the workspace, knocking over forms and tearing fabric]
Tim: "Well, I am incredulous of this utterly preposterous demonstration of vitriol. Bitch be trippin'!" [busts out some nunchucks] "Bring it, yo! I got your tulle right here!" [motions to crotch; pauses to adjust cuff link]
Meanwhile, back on the runway...
Kors: "Jesus Christ, what was that all about? And we thought Kenley was bad!"
Heidi: "I know! I was like, whoa, that was totally unexpected! She seemed pretty normal before, no?"
Nina: "That display. Was. Taste. Less."
Guest judge Lindsay Lohan: "Eh, I've seen worse." [passes out and falls backwards out of chair]
The next morning, in the workroom...
Carol Hannah: "Oh my gawd, y'all! Courtney destroyed the whole workroom when she left? And now everything's, like, ruined?"
Nicolas: "Strangely, my garment actually looks better."
Christopher: [cries, hands in Miss America/prayer position]
Gordana: "Vhy vould zhe dooo thees? Eet iss so oonfear. Een former Yugoslavia, zhe woot be vipped een veelage square for thees crime."
Logan: "..."
Irina, in interview: "Everyone's like, outraged over this whole thing, like all of their stuff wasn't crap to begin with. I mean, I'm obviously the only one here with a legitimate reason to be pissed. You know she just did it out of jealousy because she knows how much she sucks, compared to me."
Carol Hannah, in interview: "I'ma cut that bitch with a seam ripper. Irina, I mean."
At the next challenge...
Heidi: "Carol Hannah, you were the winner of the last chall—"
Kanye West, in a special guest appearance: "Yo, Heineken, I'ma let you finish, but Courtney's garment was the best EVER MADE! EVER MADE!"
Shameless Garnier product placement guy: "That man desperately needs a hair makeover..."
[roll credits]
Pedantry
Texts From Last Night (919): Learn some fucking English or leave me alone! "Your" is for something that belongs to you, like "your herpes." And "you're" is a contraction for "you are," like "you're not sleeping with me."
8 Simple Rules For Answering My Personal Ad
After several disastrous, soul-corroding attempts, I have vowed to never post an ad to an online dating site ever again. For those of you still bravely and blindly pressing on, allow me to provide a brief summary of the ordeals I've endured through my vast and completely aggravating experience.
1. Don't be old enough to be my dad.
Hope may spring eternal, but I am under no obligation to indulge that hope. If I took the time to specify an age range, it's there for a reason. If that range is, say, 29-39, and you're, like, 28 or 41, I'll let you slide. But if you're 56, and you have the gall to even start off your reply with, "I know I'm too old for you, but...," please, don't bother. I am not here to propel anyone's mid-life crisis; you're just wasting both of our time. Same goes if you are young enough to be my son: I am admittedly a rather ferocious cougar, but if you're 22, still live at home, address me as "shorty," and use the word (and I use that term loosely) "chillax," I may have to slap you.
2. Don't be confrontational. Or a douche.
If my Match.com profile mentions I'm a die-hard Mavs fan, poking fun at Dirk's lack of defensive skills is acceptable. However, if my quirky Craigslist ad says I'm seeking "a skinny boy with glasses and tattoos," it is not acceptable to respond "Excuse me but I am a MAN not a boy and I'd never be dumb enough to put something permanent on my body but to each his own." What, exactly, are you expecting to accomplish by insulting me and confirming in a single sentence that we have nothing in common? I mean, I know I'm a hot little number, but I purposely did not post in the "casual encounters" section, and I somehow doubt that I am so tempting you're willing to overlook our completely divergent personalities just to go to a movie. There's also a reason I've never been religious — I don't approve of preachers.
3. Don't send me porn.
I will tolerate topless pics if you are standing on a beach with a surfboard or showing me a chest tattoo [see "a skinny boy with glasses and tattoos"]. I will not tolerate topless pics of you flexing in front of your car or that you took of yourself in the mirror with your face blurred out, no matter how tight your abs. And there is NO WAY I will stand for a cock shot, especially by way of introduction when there's not even a message attached. I mean, really? Has this approach ever worked for anyone, ever? And if you're just trying to be offensive, well, sorry, honey, but I've seen one before. And it was bigger than yours.
4. Speak English.
This is an actual reply that I actually received:
"I read u n like u. You look very smart n it is good for girls like to talk with u 646xxxxxxx"
Ah, yes, the irony of telling someone they look smart...like that. Folks, I am an editor. I proofread for a living. And I weep for the future.
I'm not asking everyone to live up to my professional standards, but if I have to decipher your response like it's some encrypted clue out of The DaVinci Code, you're probably not going to make it to Round 2. I know capitalization is kind of lax on the Interwebz, but at least punctuate your sentences so I know where they end and can puzzle some sort of sense out of them. And I know I'm guilty of some occasional acronym abuse myself — BTW, IMO, FWIW, DIAGF (look up that last one — it’s awesome), and, yeah, ok, sometimes I write "gonna" and "wanna." But "and," "are," and "you" are only 3 letters each. C'mon now, people.
Pointers for some added pet peeves:
* There are 3 periods in an ellipsis, 4 if it's ending the sentence. Not 27...not 14...just 3.
* Quotation marks only go around quotations, or words that are "special." Don't use them for emphasis, like "this," because saying you're very "sincere" is kind of oxymoronic.
* Extraneous apostrophe's are not you're friend's.
* Don't end every sentence with "haha" or "LOL," especially if the sentence that precedes it isn't funny. Saying "I make great lasagna. Maybe you can try it sometime LOL!" makes me think your recipe contains mushrooms. Magic ones.
5. Don't send out form letters.
For a fun experiment, try this: Post an ad online. Read the responses. Post a different but similar ad on the same site a week later. Read the responses. Count how many are from the same guys and are word-for-word, exactly the same. Wonder if they even bothered to read what you wrote or look at your picture, or if they just spend way too much time sitting there feverishly refreshing the screen, mass-mailing to every new girl that pops up, and thinking, hey, it's gotta work eventually, right?!?
6. Tell me something.
"whats up sexy call me 718-xxx-xxxx" is not going to win my heart or any points for creativity. How do I know you're not a serial killer? Or a phone sex line? Or that guy down the hall who's always blaring "Birthday Sex" at 2 in the morning? Or a Republican? At least try to spark my interest. Trust me, I am no spoiled princess demanding to be pampered for nothing in return. I'm a hardcore, hot-blooded feminista. I’m all for equality and girls being assertive and making the first move and paying for the date if it was their idea and initiating sex, but now you're just being lazy.
7. But not your life story.
It is not necessary, in an initial reply, to tell me: if your parents are still married; the names and breeds of all the pets you've ever owned; where you hope to be in 5 years, career- and family-wise, and how you plan to attain those goals; your views on gay couples and adoption; the name of every trendy restaurant you've been to in the last 6 months and what you ordered there; that you think a woman looks most beautiful in the throes of an orgasm; how many people you've responded to before me who didn't even have the courtesy to say "No, thank you, I'm not interested;" whether or not you are circumcised. It is particularly unnecessary to tell me all of these things at once.
8. Don't be a Nigerian scammer.
My favorite response of all time, completely unedited:
"Hello Princess Lady.
Wow I cant believed that such a pretty looking lady like you would be on here, I Most confess on what I saw, I was carried away when I get a look at your sexy, attractive and Adorable Lips in your Picture [NOTE: You can't see my lips in the picture — see my profile pic], I was very Impressed on what I saw.You are such a pack of beauty, your eye's is Adorable and I wish that you where very Closed to me, Well to be honest with you am a new member in this site.As i said i dont mind relocating to you cause i know i will have so much love to share with you and u will have for me aswell...So I dont know much about things in this site, well you are the only lady that I just meet Here and am very happy and you really made my day. Well you ask me where am from. Well am from West Africa, But i just move to north carolina .... Well i'm my spare time, i took my son to
the beach, and went for shopping, and we are two children of my folks.my Dad passed away in a car accident and i have my mum is west africa...mum is from west africa and dad is a native of America,i hope you are not very ecthic [NOTE: I don't even know what that word was trying to be] about my distance to you cuz i believe that anything can happen to love, to me distance is not an issue to me. I can relocate when I find my right lady Well my hobbies. i like reading, dancing, sport, and my favorite type of food are Italian food, Mexican food sea food Well you can come to my Yahoo instant messenger so that we can get to talk better And know more each other, and we can share pics there. Well add, me on my yahoo instant Messenger right now (toffycute009 or send me an Email right now toffycute009@yahoo.com) Or you can just give me you Yahoo Instant
Messenger ID also, or your email address.
Hope you will love to know my son soon,
Well I’ll be very happy to hear from you once again.
Thanks
Toffy.."
Happy hunting, comrades. :)
1. Don't be old enough to be my dad.
Hope may spring eternal, but I am under no obligation to indulge that hope. If I took the time to specify an age range, it's there for a reason. If that range is, say, 29-39, and you're, like, 28 or 41, I'll let you slide. But if you're 56, and you have the gall to even start off your reply with, "I know I'm too old for you, but...," please, don't bother. I am not here to propel anyone's mid-life crisis; you're just wasting both of our time. Same goes if you are young enough to be my son: I am admittedly a rather ferocious cougar, but if you're 22, still live at home, address me as "shorty," and use the word (and I use that term loosely) "chillax," I may have to slap you.
2. Don't be confrontational. Or a douche.
If my Match.com profile mentions I'm a die-hard Mavs fan, poking fun at Dirk's lack of defensive skills is acceptable. However, if my quirky Craigslist ad says I'm seeking "a skinny boy with glasses and tattoos," it is not acceptable to respond "Excuse me but I am a MAN not a boy and I'd never be dumb enough to put something permanent on my body but to each his own." What, exactly, are you expecting to accomplish by insulting me and confirming in a single sentence that we have nothing in common? I mean, I know I'm a hot little number, but I purposely did not post in the "casual encounters" section, and I somehow doubt that I am so tempting you're willing to overlook our completely divergent personalities just to go to a movie. There's also a reason I've never been religious — I don't approve of preachers.
3. Don't send me porn.
I will tolerate topless pics if you are standing on a beach with a surfboard or showing me a chest tattoo [see "a skinny boy with glasses and tattoos"]. I will not tolerate topless pics of you flexing in front of your car or that you took of yourself in the mirror with your face blurred out, no matter how tight your abs. And there is NO WAY I will stand for a cock shot, especially by way of introduction when there's not even a message attached. I mean, really? Has this approach ever worked for anyone, ever? And if you're just trying to be offensive, well, sorry, honey, but I've seen one before. And it was bigger than yours.
4. Speak English.
This is an actual reply that I actually received:
"I read u n like u. You look very smart n it is good for girls like to talk with u 646xxxxxxx"
Ah, yes, the irony of telling someone they look smart...like that. Folks, I am an editor. I proofread for a living. And I weep for the future.
I'm not asking everyone to live up to my professional standards, but if I have to decipher your response like it's some encrypted clue out of The DaVinci Code, you're probably not going to make it to Round 2. I know capitalization is kind of lax on the Interwebz, but at least punctuate your sentences so I know where they end and can puzzle some sort of sense out of them. And I know I'm guilty of some occasional acronym abuse myself — BTW, IMO, FWIW, DIAGF (look up that last one — it’s awesome), and, yeah, ok, sometimes I write "gonna" and "wanna." But "and," "are," and "you" are only 3 letters each. C'mon now, people.
Pointers for some added pet peeves:
* There are 3 periods in an ellipsis, 4 if it's ending the sentence. Not 27...not 14...just 3.
* Quotation marks only go around quotations, or words that are "special." Don't use them for emphasis, like "this," because saying you're very "sincere" is kind of oxymoronic.
* Extraneous apostrophe's are not you're friend's.
* Don't end every sentence with "haha" or "LOL," especially if the sentence that precedes it isn't funny. Saying "I make great lasagna. Maybe you can try it sometime LOL!" makes me think your recipe contains mushrooms. Magic ones.
5. Don't send out form letters.
For a fun experiment, try this: Post an ad online. Read the responses. Post a different but similar ad on the same site a week later. Read the responses. Count how many are from the same guys and are word-for-word, exactly the same. Wonder if they even bothered to read what you wrote or look at your picture, or if they just spend way too much time sitting there feverishly refreshing the screen, mass-mailing to every new girl that pops up, and thinking, hey, it's gotta work eventually, right?!?
6. Tell me something.
"whats up sexy call me 718-xxx-xxxx" is not going to win my heart or any points for creativity. How do I know you're not a serial killer? Or a phone sex line? Or that guy down the hall who's always blaring "Birthday Sex" at 2 in the morning? Or a Republican? At least try to spark my interest. Trust me, I am no spoiled princess demanding to be pampered for nothing in return. I'm a hardcore, hot-blooded feminista. I’m all for equality and girls being assertive and making the first move and paying for the date if it was their idea and initiating sex, but now you're just being lazy.
7. But not your life story.
It is not necessary, in an initial reply, to tell me: if your parents are still married; the names and breeds of all the pets you've ever owned; where you hope to be in 5 years, career- and family-wise, and how you plan to attain those goals; your views on gay couples and adoption; the name of every trendy restaurant you've been to in the last 6 months and what you ordered there; that you think a woman looks most beautiful in the throes of an orgasm; how many people you've responded to before me who didn't even have the courtesy to say "No, thank you, I'm not interested;" whether or not you are circumcised. It is particularly unnecessary to tell me all of these things at once.
8. Don't be a Nigerian scammer.
My favorite response of all time, completely unedited:
"Hello Princess Lady.
Wow I cant believed that such a pretty looking lady like you would be on here, I Most confess on what I saw, I was carried away when I get a look at your sexy, attractive and Adorable Lips in your Picture [NOTE: You can't see my lips in the picture — see my profile pic], I was very Impressed on what I saw.You are such a pack of beauty, your eye's is Adorable and I wish that you where very Closed to me, Well to be honest with you am a new member in this site.As i said i dont mind relocating to you cause i know i will have so much love to share with you and u will have for me aswell...So I dont know much about things in this site, well you are the only lady that I just meet Here and am very happy and you really made my day. Well you ask me where am from. Well am from West Africa, But i just move to north carolina .... Well i'm my spare time, i took my son to
the beach, and went for shopping, and we are two children of my folks.my Dad passed away in a car accident and i have my mum is west africa...mum is from west africa and dad is a native of America,i hope you are not very ecthic [NOTE: I don't even know what that word was trying to be] about my distance to you cuz i believe that anything can happen to love, to me distance is not an issue to me. I can relocate when I find my right lady Well my hobbies. i like reading, dancing, sport, and my favorite type of food are Italian food, Mexican food sea food Well you can come to my Yahoo instant messenger so that we can get to talk better And know more each other, and we can share pics there. Well add, me on my yahoo instant Messenger right now (toffycute009 or send me an Email right now toffycute009@yahoo.com) Or you can just give me you Yahoo Instant
Messenger ID also, or your email address.
Hope you will love to know my son soon,
Well I’ll be very happy to hear from you once again.
Thanks
Toffy.."
Happy hunting, comrades. :)
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