Frack Me I'm…

Some days ago I decided I was up for the game again I obviously had forgotten the main issue to start dating again.

Online dating profiles.

Although a guide about what not to do is long overdue, here’s a small tip: if you decide to not disclose your body weight but your profile picture discloses that each of your upper arms is larger than my thighs you might as well disclose your weight.

That’s all for now.

It’s no surprise that my last post here dealt with not being able to shut the frack up and I subsequently went quiet. Quiet as in behaved like a good boy.

Well I haven’t. At. all.

I’ve been blogging, misbehaving as an old boring ranting sod.

Online.

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I was working on a post titled: I Always Get The Special Cases. No, It’s Not About A Fling This Time about my former work situation. A post with the potential of rendering me unemployable. Over the last days I decided not to publish the post here.
As things are going, it all seems to go a lot more dirty and that can only mean one thing…

A post to come on my official blog.

I obviously don’t do half things and am rather upset. But upset in a funny way. Totally cold.

2 Years ago I would have gotten flamed and bashed and crucified and who the fuck know what else for this. Now no one knows, realizes and knows who what where or wtf…

I say yummy. Yes, I suck.

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I love pretty things. I think I am sure I can spot what is stylish . I absolutely heartz slick schtuff.

I love Slimline. No, not the drink variety. I’m slender myself. Slender and tall. Over BMW I’d chose an Alfa Romeo any day. Black for me please. I love Armani.

Big was my surprise when it was announced that Mrs. Posh Becks was going to step in the footsteps of her ol’ guy and feature in a series of Emporio ads.

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