Too beautiful of day to be in a computer room typing out a poorly written articles to folks across the world, but hey, if I don't, where else would I go?

To the supermarket of adult stores?

Can't, damn restraining orders.

What's wrong with trying on the crotchless pantyhose in the store?

Pfffft, like no other cat does that!

Please.

This week was alright.  On Thursday, I got my year review. Wasn't bad, except my attitude towards the company sucks and I need to shave more.  Do I look like I need to shave more?

They weren't talking about my face.

Anyways, the other day a week or so ago, I got an email from Fling.com.  I was like, damn I haven't done a dating site review in a long time and I know I have like twelve readers who are always looking for my reviews on such sites.

They tell me, "I always read your reviews for dating advice!"

Yes, they do need to find a better role model.

Anyways,  I signed up for a account.  I had one from years ago when a coworker and I decided to have a contest to see who could create the worse ad and get the most hits.

I won.  I just used my real details.

Stupid site.

In ten minutes, I had responses, people liked my new ad, I was looking for fetishes and online roleplay using monkeys and werewolves.

I clicked on 'BIGTHROBBINGMEMBER IS CHECKING YOU OUT' in my email.

I got a screen, "You must be a paying member to view...." well pretty much everything. I was sad.  I had like twenty new messages from different folks looking for fetishes online roleplaying using monkeys and werewolves.

Stupid site.

I was like, "I'm going to delete my account..."

Hahahaha!! Fool!! You need to be a paying member to delete your account.

Yea!!!!

Oh well.

I'd give fling.com four hard cocks for getting lots of spam and 12 turds for, well, everything else.

The night before, I went to a different site that caters to 'I spankee you!' and vice versa and the P/peeps looking for spankers or spankees among other stuff.

Yes, I do lead an interesting online life.

I seen an ad with pic that interest me, because well, to be truthful the picture looked like the gal I had a big crush on in high school and my friends, it turns out my love wannabe interest in high school is looking for a Master to tie her up and shove stuff up holes in her body.

Well, that's not what the ad said, but I translated it to mean that.

Yes, I am a perv.  How long have you been reading me?

Teeheehee.

I wrote her an email stating, "Hi! I seen your ad, do you remember me? I went to school with you. I had a big crush on you back then, but I would like to bring you to Indiana to be My slave girl, do you do windows?"

Sadly, she doesn't.  So I said, well, I already got a guy who lets me stuff watermelons up his butt and calls me 'Daddy' so...

Where did I find such a catch?

LOUISVILLEHELPWANTED.COM

teeheehee!