Todays blog is brought to you by creepy folks......otherwise known affectionately as psycho's, freaks, weirdos, and etc.
In general, I am very leery of Craigs List, Ebay, and etc... I am not a fan of having strangers come to my house do they can see the shit in my house, and then decide to come back and rob me. Paranoid? Probably. I prefer to think of it as an abundance of caution, but to each his own.
Anyway. I recently moved nearly 2500 miles across country. With that came a lot of furniture I really didn't need anymore. So for the first time in my life, I find myself on Craigs list, trying to sell some stuff. And what happens? I got a creeper on the hook. He sends me an e mail at 3 am and all it says is "you may want to call me." Then he lists his phone number.....but doesn't include the area code. So now, apparently, I need to play a guessing game. I have to guess whether he is actually interested in buying the furniture or just wants a friend for long walks on the beach in the moonlight, and what his area code is.
What the fuck happened to polite conversation? Maybe saying he would like to talk to me about buying the furniture? Saying his name? Something. What about his terse and cryptic message does he think is giving me a warm and fuzzy for sending him my address? Ugh.
Which brings me to suicide girls. Kemper posted a blog the other day that really made me scratch my head. Her in box had over 600 messages in out from a single day! She talked about how inappropriate much of the content was. What special brand of creeper randomly send women they only see in pictures on the internet creepy shit like marriage proposals, pictures of your crank ***cough***Congressman Weiner***cough*** to random chicks.
Sometimes I think I am the only normal dude on earth. Then I wake up and realize I am a creepy fuck. If you will all excuse me, I need to snap some pics of my dick, do some searches, and send them to the first chick that I find hot. There is no question that once she sees my penis, she is getting on a plane and going to fuck me on the floor in front of TSA.
Right?
What could go wrong?
Hang on. I think I have Congressman Weiners number some where. I will ask him.
In general, I am very leery of Craigs List, Ebay, and etc... I am not a fan of having strangers come to my house do they can see the shit in my house, and then decide to come back and rob me. Paranoid? Probably. I prefer to think of it as an abundance of caution, but to each his own.
Anyway. I recently moved nearly 2500 miles across country. With that came a lot of furniture I really didn't need anymore. So for the first time in my life, I find myself on Craigs list, trying to sell some stuff. And what happens? I got a creeper on the hook. He sends me an e mail at 3 am and all it says is "you may want to call me." Then he lists his phone number.....but doesn't include the area code. So now, apparently, I need to play a guessing game. I have to guess whether he is actually interested in buying the furniture or just wants a friend for long walks on the beach in the moonlight, and what his area code is.
What the fuck happened to polite conversation? Maybe saying he would like to talk to me about buying the furniture? Saying his name? Something. What about his terse and cryptic message does he think is giving me a warm and fuzzy for sending him my address? Ugh.
Which brings me to suicide girls. Kemper posted a blog the other day that really made me scratch my head. Her in box had over 600 messages in out from a single day! She talked about how inappropriate much of the content was. What special brand of creeper randomly send women they only see in pictures on the internet creepy shit like marriage proposals, pictures of your crank ***cough***Congressman Weiner***cough*** to random chicks.
Sometimes I think I am the only normal dude on earth. Then I wake up and realize I am a creepy fuck. If you will all excuse me, I need to snap some pics of my dick, do some searches, and send them to the first chick that I find hot. There is no question that once she sees my penis, she is getting on a plane and going to fuck me on the floor in front of TSA.
Right?
What could go wrong?
Hang on. I think I have Congressman Weiners number some where. I will ask him.
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