A couple years ago we were watching Jerry Springer and a "man" came on the show wanting to tell his girlfriend that he was born a woman. The circumstance was that "he" (she) was in a bar and met a woman and she was attracted to "him" (her) and they began a relationship. They were having oral sex, he would do that on her that is and she never knew.
Ok, that was strange and stuff but this same person came on the show a 2nd time to tell another woman that he was born a girl. The 2nd time the same thing happened as the first time, the woman had a bad reaction, beat up the "guy" (girl) and they left.
Well, since that show (or those shows) it has been happening more often. Just the other day there was one. There was a commercial for the next Jerry Springer and the same thing but with another person. What the hell is going on in this world? Can you imagine what people in other countries think about us? Because this show is syndicated all around the world.
It's not limited to women pretending to be men, although we all know that men pretend to be women, it's actually a lot more common and I see it on Jerry Springer show all the time. It's sorta disgusting and pitiful. I mean, these ugly ass women expect that men are going to want to be with them and not know they are really men? Hello! If you have any doubt try to get to 2nd base lol.
Wednesday, February 04, 2009
MySpace Sex Fiends
Why is it that these people are always sending you emails through MySpace with their sexy profile pic of a woman with nothing on but a bra, panties, hose with hose suspenders and they are always in a provocative pose.
I usually get emails that say something like "hey sexy, do you remember me? we had a nice conversation the other day" or something to that effect.
In my opinion, if a man gets this then his wife checks his MySpace email, or even his regular email because MySpace sends me an email whenever I get a MySpace email. But can you imagine how the wives must react? Not good, not good indeed. Or what if you are a teenage boy and your parents are checking up on you while you are at school and they are logged into your MySpace and see those emails? They will tan that boys ass as soon as he comes home and he doesn't even know why.
The problem is, there is nothing you can do about it besides canceling your MySpace account.
I got a email just a few minutes ago with this picture (next paragraph and to the left) and the subject was hello but there was nothing in the email. I then sent her an email that says this:
And with that, I'm reporting you for spam abuse now. Have a lovely day.
I usually get emails that say something like "hey sexy, do you remember me? we had a nice conversation the other day" or something to that effect.
In my opinion, if a man gets this then his wife checks his MySpace email, or even his regular email because MySpace sends me an email whenever I get a MySpace email. But can you imagine how the wives must react? Not good, not good indeed. Or what if you are a teenage boy and your parents are checking up on you while you are at school and they are logged into your MySpace and see those emails? They will tan that boys ass as soon as he comes home and he doesn't even know why.
The problem is, there is nothing you can do about it besides canceling your MySpace account.
I got a email just a few minutes ago with this picture (next paragraph and to the left) and the subject was hello but there was nothing in the email. I then sent her an email that says this:
Excuse me, when you sex fiends send me these emails, do you even bother to check the sexual orientation of the people you send them to or do you just send them to everyone including women? It clearly says on my profile that I'm gay. If you are trying to thrill someone you are barking up the wrong tree.
And with that, I'm reporting you for spam abuse now. Have a lovely day.
Dentist Today
I went to the Dentist on Saturday last week because the pain in my tooth was so unbearable and they wouldn't see me without a medical release. So I had to wait until Monday, got it, they saw me, did a partial root canal (they didn't have to do a full one because he got the decay and it wasn't near the soft tissue so no need to finish) and filled the tooth and I made an appointment for Tuesday.
Yesterday I go in and he fills in my broken tooth on the bottom but same side of the mouth as Monday. No problem, made an appointment for today.
Today comes, I go in and I wait for 30 min in the waiting room and Nurse Ratchet calls Mr. McDonald. Normally they just say my first name. So I go in, she doesn't let me sit down yet, she asks why I'm here, I tell her root canal and I point at my top left tooth. She says there is no authorization for a root canal. She looks at my papers and says we don't even have your doctors authorization. I said look some more. She looks and finds it.
She pushes the button on the chair to lower it so I can sit down and she says Mr. McDonald you were here at 10am, can I ask why you were here so early? And I said uh, that's my appointment time. She says well the doctor isn't even scheduled to be here until 11am. What the hell does she expect me to do? I don't know their dentists schedules. They didn't email me with his full schedule lol.
Then the white devil, yes, that's what she is, the white devil, starts setting everything up being her bitchy cheerful self. She tells me well he won't be here for another half hour what would you like to do? What the hell is she asking me? They normally sit you in the chair and keep you waiting for an hour anyway so uh hello? Just leave me here and go run over some puppies, I don't give a crap. Do what you normally do. She continues setting me up and she goes to put the paper on my chest, the bib if you will. But instead of clipping that chain with roach clips (yes, I said roach clips) she tucks it into my shirt at which point 1 eyebrow raises and I look from side to side and she starts giggling from my facial expression. She informs me they don't have any clips.
So 11 comes and the dentist comes in and he's arguing with her about what I'm here for today and he comes to me and tells me he is out of gloves and that I can either wait until 3pm or come back this evening because he doesn't know when they are coming in. Excuse me? 3pm? I'm not going to sit there with Ms. Sunshine for 4 more hours. No, I'll reschedule.
So I go back on Friday.
Yesterday I go in and he fills in my broken tooth on the bottom but same side of the mouth as Monday. No problem, made an appointment for today.
Today comes, I go in and I wait for 30 min in the waiting room and Nurse Ratchet calls Mr. McDonald. Normally they just say my first name. So I go in, she doesn't let me sit down yet, she asks why I'm here, I tell her root canal and I point at my top left tooth. She says there is no authorization for a root canal. She looks at my papers and says we don't even have your doctors authorization. I said look some more. She looks and finds it.
She pushes the button on the chair to lower it so I can sit down and she says Mr. McDonald you were here at 10am, can I ask why you were here so early? And I said uh, that's my appointment time. She says well the doctor isn't even scheduled to be here until 11am. What the hell does she expect me to do? I don't know their dentists schedules. They didn't email me with his full schedule lol.
Then the white devil, yes, that's what she is, the white devil, starts setting everything up being her bitchy cheerful self. She tells me well he won't be here for another half hour what would you like to do? What the hell is she asking me? They normally sit you in the chair and keep you waiting for an hour anyway so uh hello? Just leave me here and go run over some puppies, I don't give a crap. Do what you normally do. She continues setting me up and she goes to put the paper on my chest, the bib if you will. But instead of clipping that chain with roach clips (yes, I said roach clips) she tucks it into my shirt at which point 1 eyebrow raises and I look from side to side and she starts giggling from my facial expression. She informs me they don't have any clips.
So 11 comes and the dentist comes in and he's arguing with her about what I'm here for today and he comes to me and tells me he is out of gloves and that I can either wait until 3pm or come back this evening because he doesn't know when they are coming in. Excuse me? 3pm? I'm not going to sit there with Ms. Sunshine for 4 more hours. No, I'll reschedule.
So I go back on Friday.
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