Good gravy, you know it’s time to get a boyfriend when the junk mail in your actual mailbox is like, addressed to the “The Current Single Resident” because it is from some sort of unsolicited-whacked dating service and comes in an envelope embalmed with a scary omniscient picture of Chuck Woolery from like, the original Love Connection. Or whatever that damn show was.
Go away, Chuck! I do not need your flashy watch! I think it is time for someone to update their EVIL database because I do not live in a shawl with 30 cats yet!
Is there any privacy anymore? I mean, you think that is scary?
You think so?
'cause sometimes I think the world is ending. I am not kidding! *
Enjoy your Bill of Rights while you can.
And remember, from now on tip your waitresses and like my pal S. says - buy your porn & Noam Chomsky books in c-a-s-h, ladies and gentlemen!
*if you cant read this article just quickly register to the site under whatever information. it's quick. and for those of you who worry about giving information out (as you should) do what the rest of us do - make up a name and personal info. the registration will still work.