An attached image per text message sent tonight at 21:07 by the boy.
I happen to wear my bra on the OUTSIDE of my “sweat guards”, which are mostly undershirts from the “cafepress.com/dorkboy/” site. The purpose of my peculiar way of dressing is to preserve my bra from frequent washings!
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Maw and I couldn’t figure our Paw’s sense of humor. He said he got money from Barack Obama from my handwritten note of BOFA, which is really BoA!
Being part of the family means listening well to the seasoned advises and wise words from the more experienced ones. People like me used to be so much in love that we tend to overlook the flaws of our “targets” of affection from the “outside” point of view.
Here are some samples of what it was like to hear how “honesty is the best policy”. To this date, I did NOT regret dumping, err, rather not contacting these unlikely suitors ever again.
- “Why are you dating Erik! He is so UGLY!” Said a gorgeous Mexicano.
- “John is no good because he is scared to come over to meet us.” Said my bio-units.
- “Martin is nice but we bet he has a wife and child! Does he have a green card?” Said my bio-units.
- “Bill smells like alcohol! Are his jaws wired shut? Because we couldn’t understand him!” Said my bio-units.
- “Landy talks too much! Don’t bring that guy here anymore! Because he ate all our spare ribs!” Said my bio-units.
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As you may well figure from my dates, it would seem that it’s too late for me to learn from my past. However, it is never too late for me to keep on looking for the right person in my life.
“Both of them are stupid for getting married without inviting our relatives and for buying a house together without money.” Maw told Ruby, the twit’s eldest sister the day after Christmas last year.
Besides being stupid, they were desparate to move on with their lives and to find love. She was a refugee desperate to keep HIS job as a manager. He was a VERY dog desperate to leave his parents’ house.
“Where are the good chicks?” Asked the boy.
Maw knew (from her intuitive heart) that the boy was a hopeless case in looking for love. He doesn’t know how to “court the RIGHT woman” and married someone who is still childless; doesn’t adapt well with Westernized culture and doesn’t get along with her in-laws.
Unfortunately for the boy, he is doomed to a marriage that has NOT connected well from the beginning they met. They continue to fight and bicker to this day.
So for any dude/chick or bro/sis, don’t “jump into bed” with just anyone. Find out more what others have to say and FOLLOW through with their opinions. You will feel how much more easily the relationship goes when you have both their confidence that you’ve made the RIGHT decision and their blessings of your friends, families, in-laws, relatives and strangers.
Good luck, chumps!
When I viewed a YouTube video about “Women Know Your Limits” six days ago, I didn’t laugh but only at the kitten part.
You see, I lost my funny bones long ago by a WHITE boy whose intelligence and “sexism” tagged with dry humor boggled my mind. I didn’t like that energy coming from that guys, even if he was handsome, rich and popular. I spat him out like chewing gum into a hardened wad stuck underneath my callused heals.
I still recall his feign spitting sound of disdain, too, with regards to him not liking women wearing gray-colored contact lenses. Well, I happened to have experimented with gray-colored contact lenses — FreshLook Colorblends. It made my eyes look blue. I got a kiss out of one guy for wearing those contact lenses. But the boy didn’t like the unnatural look to my eyes.
Anyway, I’ve been following/reading about bros and how they ought to behave among each other.
Long ago, I’ve read opinions of how certain religions have been portrayed as “homosexual” to include mostly male priests/leaders, altar boys/servers and a heavenly father and his earthly son and without much reference to females, the mother figures and earthly daughters.
I couldn’t understand how a “straight path to God“ could be spiritually “correct” any more than than surfing in a straight line, which is no fun, save for the changing course to catch a wave. It’s getting late and you get one “Oink” for trying and two “Oinks” results.
Per my notes via the “Memo” app of my cellphone at 19:46, the boy told of two dreams from long ago.
In one dream, he dreamt of his co-worker, a Mexican who stuck his tongue into an electrical socket as a dare by the boy.
In this dream, he was dreaming of entering the “clean room” without the required “bunny suit”. But the boss told him it was “okay” to work on the computers with regular work clothes.
He was joking with his “real” boss about what happened and the boss started making real calls because regulations were broken.
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