Today’s Spamalicious Hump Day offerings from Yahoo include eight offers of various sorts of encounter with chicks I don’t know.
I deleted two of them for offering explicit acts…not because I’m a prude: because I probably don’t want people finding my blog as a search result for them. Sigh.
Also, can I just say, Stiffler
was 1999. 1999
!! 18 years ago…shouldn’t “MILF” have gone out of style by now? What the hell?
Oh my god, I graduated college 18 years ago. I need more coffee for this shit.
So, multi-aged various nationalities offering *ahem* hot evenings.
Dear Jenny M, no thanks but good luck with your boyfriend.
No, generalized nameless “naked girls”, I sure don’t remember you, and based on your email subject line you’d think I WOULD. Therefore, pretty sure you have the wrong girl here.
Extended Stay hotel (and apparently I own a timeshare somewhere: Ryan wants to buy it. Fuck you Ryan, I’m not giving up my sweet escape space for hot encounters with people I don’t remember.)
See what I mean by wealthy frat boy as depicted in movies? The only offers missing are toga parties and beer.
Hmm. Maybe I should be flattered that Yahoo thinks I’m in my twenties?
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OMFG, BOGOs on Toppers Pizzas!