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I see what you did there F0cker. I see it.

I can't speak for most guys here, but she seems like a sweet girl to me. I've only known her a week though.

Assuming what you say is true though, is it her fault? It's not like she's spamming the board. She doesn't post all that much really. (again, in the week I've been back)
 
Jello
I see what you did there F0cker. I see it.

I can't speak for most guys here, but she seems like a sweet girl to me. I've only known her a week though.

Assuming what you say is true though, is it her fault? It's not like she's spamming the board. She doesn't post all that much really. (again, in the week I've been back)
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No. That part isn't her fault at all. It only feeds her insecurities though.
 
Wally,

I'm not sure I like you turning over this new leaf and squelching your new edginess... I know it can be confusing when to speak YOUR mind...

here is a review....


remember be sensitive to the drug addict community, and understand the causal reasons for their behaviors and DON'T give them any flack or talk against them.....


DO, all you can to contribute to the melt down of a girl that dates guys you don't approve of or that posts in a way you don't like. declare WAR on a chick like that....
 
So I'm at this farmer's market buying meself some homemade jams (peach raspberry & red currant.) They are $7.50 & $5 respectively. The friendly cashier clerk fidgets for a while before announcing the total - $12.50.

By that time I've set my sights on their fancy reusable bag, which is $2.50.

I'll take one.

The cashier clerk no longer looks friendly - in fact she's staring me down ostensibly. Her face says are you really doing this to me?

She pulls out a calculator and starts typing away. I figure there's tax on the bag and she's never ever sold one before so she hasn't memorized the amount of the tax on a $2.50 sale. Fair enough.

So she types. And types again.

She frowns. Something is wrong.

She turns on the calculator.

She goes back to the cash register to inspect the screen. It reads $12.50. Ah yes, her face says. She remembers.

Back to the calculator. She types:

1 2 . 5 0 + 2 . 5 0 =

That'll be 15 dollorz.

:mrx:
 
Matty
So I'm at this farmer's market buying meself some homemade jams (peach raspberry & red currant.) They are $7.50 & $5 respectively. The friendly cashier clerk fidgets for a while before announcing the total - $12.50.

By that time I've set my sights on their fancy reusable bag, which is $2.50.

I'll take one.

The cashier clerk no longer looks friendly - in fact she's staring me down ostensibly. Her face says are you really doing this to me?

She pulls out a calculator and starts typing away. I figure there's tax on the bag and she's never ever sold one before so she hasn't memorized the amount of the tax on a $2.50 sale. Fair enough.

So she types. And types again.

She frowns. Something is wrong.

She turns on the calculator.

She goes back to the cash register to inspect the screen. It reads $12.50. Ah yes, her face says. She remembers.

Back to the calculator. She types:

1 2 . 5 0 + 2 . 5 0 =

That'll be 15 dollorz.

:mrx:
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Hey, look at me, I'm in the wrong thread.

:selfbash:

:mrx:
 
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