http://www.networkworld.com/article...pect-asks-siri-where-to-hide-a-dead-body.html yup you read that right. guess what state he was from? if you said florida, you would be correct.
i'll take it. yes, the memories of pencil lead pigmenting the side of my hand. the spiral on the notebook being in the way half of the time. and let us not forget scissors that didn't work as well when flipped lefty. and the stupidest of all... *someone sees me writing with my left hand* "wow! are you a lefty?!" "no. no, i'm not."
i learned to cut right handed because of those dumbass scissors. who's awesome now? pretty sure i've added several years onto my life by teaching myself that. there was an article that said lefties die earlier than righties because of the stress of dealing with all the stuff made for right-handed people. i've taken some of that time back. woo! i have three brothers and a sister. only my mom and sister are right handed. it's an epidemic.
you're nice to one fat chick and suddenly, she's following you around your building and waiting for you in the parking lot to walk in together. and is trying to hold awkward conversation with you at any moment you happen to be in the same place. and you can feel the staring. why does this happen to me? why can't a beautiful woman treat me this way?
not sure if serious... (for subtext, it's obviously a woman posting the update, but a man made the response, so...)
you should ride her like youre trying to tame a wild elephant. stay away from her butthole though. i feel like ass play with a hippopotamus is how people get crushed to death.
because they see how shallow you are that you won't go out with girls that have a good personality. get all up in that. the word will spread that xray is down.
i have this exact same problem. at this moment, i have three different fat girls after me who won't take no for an answer. i must look like a big piece of cake or something. i'm nice to everyone i meet unless i have a reason not to be, but the fat ones always take it as "omg he smiled and said hi, i've got a chance, i'm going in for the kill!" every single time this happens i'm direct with them about how i'm not interested, but the creepy texts and late night drunken phone calls just keep on a comin'. i end up completely ignoring them and eventually they freak out and call me an asshole. fat bitches be crazy.
but you gave them your phone number? if this girl ever asked, i would tell her i don't have a phone that i'm always clearly on.
you're very direct about not wanting to hook up while giving out your phone number? i think i've found your problem for you.