Sunday, July 30, 2006

Go Charles, Go Charles!


It happened to the Queen, so why not me?  Yahoo burped this morning, and my first two attemped entries disappeared.

 

So, I present the King.

 

You won't see me post a link from Faux News very often if at all, but Fox Sports is a whole other story.  This was on the MSN home page this morning.


 

Now I've been a fan of the nonsporting side of Charles Barkley for years.   It hasn't been hard to surmise that with his thoughts about racism, the economy (it's still the economy stupid!) and crying children in public,  that he'd be someone I could vote for.   

 

While in his book I May Be Wrong but I Doubt It, I recall he said he was a Republican, I thought, hmmm, maybe a fiscally responsible Republican, but that's  not what I think of the Religiously Right infused Republican Party that makes so much noise today.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, he was wrong!

 

Then, I saw him standing behind John Edwards during several 2004 Presidential campaign stops here in Georgia.  Even though I voted for Reverend Al Sharpton in the 2004 primaries, I wound up liking Edwards a lot, and already have his 2008 bumper stickers on my jeep. 

 

If you like I May be Wrong But I Doubt It, try Who's Afraid of a Large Black Man.  It's not an Art Sunday entry, but if you're like me and have a weakness for big black shiny bald heads,  you can put the book jackets on your wall. 

 

Sunday, July 23, 2006

Crime Labs on Scene

Crime Labs are on scene, surveying the catastrophic damage...where is that damn cat anyway?

Crime Solved, We Did IT!

Now, where are those doughnuts?

 

Frank and Jesse, in all their glorious guilt...

What Are Your Kids Doing While You're At Work?

Oh, boy...today did not end well.  It was alright that I had to work today, I had plenty to do, and I got plenty done.

 

And the same could be said that when I got home, I had plenty to do.  My dear children.  Frank and Jesse.  They sure have loved jumping up and down on the water bed.  All 125 pounds of them.   It was like going white water rafting, without the wet. 

 

Well, that was until today.  I got home, and went in the bedroom just to check the answering machine, and first I noticed my pillows.  They were soaking wet.  Then I noticed the blankets, soaking wet.  And the floor was soaking wet.  And everything within splashing distance...yeap, it was all wet.  And Frank and Jesse, looking all innocent.  Talk about Crime Labs.  Lordamercy! 

 

I'm going to need these three days off...the floor is buckling, the shop vac is working hard, and I'm going to have to get plywood and a new bed.  Something without water this time! 

 

Please excuse Suzanne from Art Sunday this week.  Her dogs ate her waterbed.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

True ghost stories from haunted mobile homes!


Thinking about Mobile Homes.  Prompted by Karen aka the Super Mystic Chicken Head , and her ambitious SHUCKTOWN TRAILER PARK  Saga.

 


Ghost in the Trailer


Larry Weaver

CD: Looking for Fun

I all started back when I turned 18,

     My ma, my wife, our six kids and me

Moved into a nice, used doublewide



It was blue and white, bout a hundred feet long,

     With tires on the roof, flamingos on the lawn,

And genuine simulated wood paneling on the inside.



Well when you move into a trailer park

     You hear odd things when it gets dark

Hollering, screaming and cursing ain't nothing weird



But one night I heard a really strange noise,

     So I crept down the hall to check on the boys

And what I seen scared me something fierce.



There on the naugahyde couch he sat,

     A shadowy figure in a Mack Truck hat

It was a ghost and he was drinking all my beer!



He weren't wearing no sheet, just a pair of jeans,

     An old wifebeater with greasy stains

I screamed like a girl and he just disappeared



Chorus

There’s a ghost in the trailer, we got a haunted mobile home!

     And that redneck apparition will not leave us alone.

He’s got a chain on his wallet, and he’s rattlin’ it loud

     There’s a ghost in the trailer, look out!



Well I tore into the bedroom and slammed the door shut,

     Then pretty soon the sun came up

I told my wife what happened but she just shook her head.



And to tell the truth I’d had a drink or three,

     And the stress at the job been getting to me

But just to be safe I put a gun rack over the bed.



A neighbor stopped by later that day,

     He said the previous tenant had passed away.

He was killed working on a Camaro in the front yard.



The hood fell and gave his head a smack,

     He died but they say he still comes back

And when the moon is full he tries to start that car.



Well that same night about quarter to ten,

     We was watching Dukes of Hazzard on TNN

And we heard a blood curdling scream coming from on the lawn.



We ran out onto the trailer lot,

     And that Camaro was levitating right off the blocks

With that ghost in the driver’s seat yelling “Yee-haw!!!”



Chorus

There’s a ghost in the trailer, we got a haunted mobile home!

     And that redneck apparition will not leave us alone.

He got Skynyrd on the radio, and he cranked it up real loud

     There’s a ghost in the trailer, look out!

Things got bad and soon got worse

     We were stuck with this paranormal curse

He would wake us up at night yelling boo-ya’ll.



He moved things around to cause a scare,

     Made a tin of Skoal float through the air

And we could hear footsteps line-dancing down the hall.



Well I called the cops and they just laughed,

     Then a friend from work found an online chat

Told me bout a site called trailerghost.com



There were stories and tips, all kinds of advice,

     I’m telling you that website saved our lives

We sent that ghost back into the great beyond.



So listen to me, don’t make no mistake.

    If you feel your trailer start to shake

Run to the window and take a look outside.



If there’s no tornado to be found,

     And you start to hear a strange moaning sound

You might have a ghost in your doublewide!

Chorus

There’s a ghost in the trailer, you got a haunted mobile home!

     And that redneck apparition will not leave you alone.

If the walls commence to moving, and blood starts dripping out

     You got a ghost in the trailer, look out!

 

Save your souls in this Trailer Church, complete with El Camino

 

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Superhero in a Hat


I hear it's Super HeroWednesday...here's my idea of a superhero...

 


 

 

The test for whether or not

you can hold a job should not be

the arrangement of your

chromosomes.



~ Bella Abzug (1920-1998)

Attorney and Congresswoman

 


Sunday, July 16, 2006

Pasaquan and St. EOM


From Bueno Vista, GA.   The Enviroment of Eddie Owens Martin.

 


I built this place to have somethin' to identify with, cause there's nothin' that I see in this society that I identify with or desire to emulate.  Here I can be in my own world with my temples and designs and the spirit of God.  I don't have nothin' against other people and their beliefs.  I'm not askin' anybody to do my way or be my way. Although, when I'm dead and gone, they'll follow like night follows day.



--St. EOM to his biographer, Tom Patterson, 1985


 

Art Sunday, Niki in the Garden

Niki de Saint Phalle, La Cabeza, 2000. Photographed at Atlanta Botanical Garden 2006. © Niki Charitable Art Foundation. Photo: Justin Larose/© 2006 Turner Broadcasting System, Inc. A Time Warner Company.



 

I need to get my butt in gear and go see Niki in the Garden.   



 

The work of Niki de Saint Phalle (1930-2002) is being displayed through October 31, 2006, at the Atlanta Botanical Garden at Piedmont Park in Atlanta.   




 

Howard Finster's Paradise Gardens


More Art in another kind of Garden.  Another great art site to visit on line and in real life, if you ever come to Georgia...


 

 

 

 

The photo came from a wonderful site called "Interesting Ideas."  Check it out, you may have someone with Interesting Ideas near you!

Saturday, July 15, 2006

I am that Sexy and Loveable!

Tongue tied?  Perhaps...

I'm hoping he just had a premature IMission. 

 

 

Received on 7/15/2006  11:23 AM  EST

eslamlove_boy: hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Suzanne: hello

BUZZ!!!

eslamlove_boy: hello?

Suzanne: I'm here, you haven't said anything.

eslamlove_boy: iam fuck you

eslamlove_boy: wait

 

 

I think he meant to say he "loved" me, but alas, Love suffered dearly in translation. 

 

The sexy Lillibbie, a 3 year old mixed Bulldog/Boxer , is featured on Dogster...obviously one of my very favorite sites!      

Monday, July 10, 2006

Peeping

This girl I know, lives on the 7th floor of an apartment, and even though it is a fairly good neighborhood she has been having trouble with a Peeping Tom that lives next door...



Every time she goes out on her balcony to catch a bit of sun while wearing her bikini this peeping tom looks over from his balcony, as soon as she removes her top, and stares at her...



She has complained to the superintendent about this peeping tom, but he says she must have positive proof before he can do a thing -




She FINALLY got a picture of him while he was staring at her...

 

Thanks Carolyn!  You made my page again!

Sunday, July 9, 2006

Art Sunday, Atlanta's Cabbagetown District

Ah, my first Art Sunday.  Bill's sent out a challenge for interesting architecture.  Everybody is somewhat familiar with the Antibellium and Bill Portman styles that Atlanta's famous for.  I will choose to share another side of Atlanta,  a style that's based on community and economics, and making do, and living in the shadow.

 

Since I first moved to Atlanta in 1976,  when many intown neighborhoods were struggling with identity and poverty,  many have become gentrified, and have lost their distinctive histories.  Not Cabbagetown.  I've had the pleasure of having friends who live there, and nearly 30 years of seeing the area come into it's own.   

 

As part of the National Parks Service you 'll find information on the area here : Atlanta's Cabbagetown District

 

 Panorama Ray Herbert (1945-1997), and his photographs confirm that community is important to art and it's making.  Inspired by his work, the 2004 Cabbagetown Reunion Festival Panorama can be seen  here.  (and then go to the gray bar at the top, click Main, and then Welcome...it's worth the trouble, really!)

 

As you all probably know, Atlanta is famous for some hellacious  fires...including the one that occurred at the old Fulton Bag and Cotton Mill on April 12, 1999.    Sapphireblue blogs about the fire and spectacular rescue of a trapped worker by  Fireman Matt Mosely and the Department of Natural Resources.  You may remember the intense news coverage  that day. 

 

What happened to the Fulton Bag and Cotton Mill?   Local news giant


 

Fortunately, in it's shadow, Cabbagetown remains the same.

 

 

The links that I've provided DO work, but it seems that many of the sites are works in progress and some of the individual site's links do not work or have faded into cyber space. 

 


Monday, July 3, 2006

There's No Place Like Home

Lordamercy, look what Dorothy left at Goodwill.    I guess we're not in Kansas anymore...

6:30 AM EST Time, and introducing pop_yey_2003

I am not making this stuff up. 

 


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asd fgh: hi

Suzanne: you might want to read my blog.  Before you go any further.

asd fgh: u hav cam

Suzanne: no, not for you.

Suzanne: How old are you?

asd fgh: 27

asd fgh: u

Suzanne: I'm 49.

asd fgh: i hav cam

Suzanne: Go play with someone your own age.

asd fgh: nice old

Suzanne: no, not nice, but old

asd fgh: i hot man

asd fgh: lilk see   cam 2 cam

Suzanne: NONONONONO

Suzanne: NO

asd fgh: ok

Suzanne: Go home!

Suzanne: don't bother me again.

Suzanne: ever

asd fgh: ok

asd fgh:   brb

Suzanne: What?

Suzanne: brb?  for what?  more abuse?


Sunday, July 2, 2006

Makes Me Wanna Tear Something UP!

Bad Boy Round 2, and the week has just begun.  This guy has BUZZED me several times ( 20+ times!) this past week too, and I've just ignored him.  But tonight, I'm in the mood to mess with him. 

As you can see, he came back THREE TIMES tonight alone!  I have a feeling he'll come back. Again.



anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:20:12 PM): hay

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:20:18 PM): uszi

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:20:24 PM): sorry

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:20:31 PM): suze

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:20:35 PM): how r u

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:20:44 PM): fine and you?

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:21:10 PM): fine too

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:21:15 PM): thx u

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:22:06 PM): so how is ur days

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:22:09 PM): ?

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:22:55 PM): okay

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:23:23 PM): if u dont mind can i c u plz

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:23:38 PM): no you can't.

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:24:32 PM): you guys have got to do profile pages, I'm sorry, I dont' care to talk to people who don't have profile pages with a picture. It's not polite.

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:24:53 PM): ok

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:25:01 PM): my com is already open

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:25:05 PM): u can c me

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:25:09 PM): I don't want to see you either.

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:25:14 PM): ok

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:25:16 PM): fine

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:25:18 PM): sorry.

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:25:20 PM): goodbye.

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:25:31 PM): i think u good

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:25:40 PM): can we b frd

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:25:52 PM): I don't know you. sorry.

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:26:01 PM): me too

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:26:18 PM): i dosent know about u

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:26:18 PM): when you have a profile page, and have it filled out, come back, but not until then.

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:26:24 PM): thats why i wanna ask u

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:26:47 PM): i am member of hi 5

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:27:00 PM): u can c me over there

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:27:00 PM): ok

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:27:04 PM): suze 

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:28:41 PM): don't buzz me.

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:28:47 PM): fill out your page.

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:28:55 PM): my frd

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:29:02 PM): i am telling u nice way

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:29:09 PM): if u dont wanna chat

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:29:13 PM): plz go ahead

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:29:30 PM): i dont like these kind of frd

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:29:35 PM): got my point

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:29:36 PM): I don't either.

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:29:38 PM): goodbye.


 




anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:44:45 PM): hi

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:49:45 PM): hi

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:49:49 PM): s

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:51:25 PM): WHAT~

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:51:37 PM): com

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:51:51 PM): do what?

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:52:01 PM): web com

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:52:07 PM): invite me

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:52:10 PM): n open

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:52:13 PM): i wanna c u

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:52:14 PM): ok

suze9999 (7/2/2006 8:52:23 PM): NO

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:52:28 PM): ok

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 8:52:29 PM): bye




anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:30:09 PM): hi

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:31:57 PM): I'm telling you, you need to go somewhere else. You still don't have a page. I don't want to talk to you.

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:32:08 PM): I'll email your mom if you don't go away.

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:32:17 PM): wat

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:32:21 PM): dam

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:32:33 PM): u r talking about my mom

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:32:44 PM): never do that mistake

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:32:48 PM): ok

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:33:04 PM): does she know you're here?

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:33:08 PM): does she?

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:33:14 PM): how old are you?

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:33:20 PM): how old?

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:33:23 PM): i did not understand wat u mean?

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:33:40 PM): does your mom know what you are doing?

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:33:44 PM): how old are you?

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:33:50 PM): 25

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:33:50 PM): how old?

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:33:51 PM): nu

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:33:55 PM): I am 49.

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:33:59 PM): leave me alone.

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:34:05 PM): you are just a little boy.

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:34:11 PM): not old enough to mess with me.

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:34:14 PM): you understand?

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:34:25 PM): s i do

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:34:26 PM): ok

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:34:38 PM): if u dont wanna chat me

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:34:44 PM): just let me know

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:34:46 PM): you write to me again, I will report you to yahoo.

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:34:51 PM): no need lecture

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:34:51 PM): I've told you over and over.

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:34:52 PM): ok

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:34:58 PM): leave me alone. go away.

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:35:07 PM): n i dont want ur speech

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:35:14 PM): of course

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:35:16 PM): well, go away, then!

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:35:18 PM): go

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:35:26 PM): u think u r so smart

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:35:33 PM): I think you're pretty dumb.

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:35:35 PM): go away.

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:35:39 PM): leave me alone.

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:35:44 PM): i will never chat u again

suze9999 (7/2/2006 10:35:45 PM): you don't know me.

anjan ranjeet (7/2/2006 10:35:49 PM): never ever


 


Oh yeah, he came back....  Here's Anjan on July 7, 2006

 

anjan ranjeet (7/6/2006 9:37:53 PM): hi

suze9999 (7/6/2006 9:38:09 PM): hi

anjan ranjeet (7/6/2006 9:38:17 PM): how r u

anjan ranjeet (7/6/2006 9:38:19 PM): ?

suze9999 (7/6/2006 9:38:26 PM): okay

anjan ranjeet (7/6/2006 9:38:27 PM): long time already

anjan ranjeet (7/6/2006 9:38:33 PM): my frd

suze9999 (7/6/2006 9:38:33 PM): that's good for me.

anjan ranjeet (7/6/2006 9:38:46 PM): wat?

anjan ranjeet (7/6/2006 9:38:49 PM): u mean

anjan ranjeet (7/6/2006 9:38:54 PM): good for u

suze9999 (7/6/2006 9:39:30 PM): you promised me that you would NEVER EVER Talk to me again, I was hoping that you meant it.

suze9999 (7/6/2006 9:39:36 PM): but no, here you are, back again.

suze9999 (7/6/2006 9:39:41 PM): you are not right.

anjan ranjeet (7/6/2006 9:39:50 PM): oh really

anjan ranjeet (7/6/2006 9:39:52 PM): ok bye

anjan ranjeet (7/6/2006 9:39:54 PM): sorry

I'm too old for jawad_wac1

I have no idea why I am doing this...it makes me think of my cat with a mouse. 

I will confess, I have spent quality time with guys who teach the fine art of finding online predators.    So, if being a predator is your line of work, don't mess with me.  If you're just wanting to be published, come in, and welcome to my world!

jawad_wac1 is currently not in your Messenger List. 

 


jawad wac: hi

Suzanne: who are you?

Suzanne: talk

jawad wac: i am one of ur supporters

jawad wac: i like u

Suzanne: supporters?

Suzanne: what does that mean?

jawad wac: it means that i like to talk with u

Suzanne: about what?

Suzanne: you haven't said anything?

jawad wac: i want to have a talk withu

jawad wac: sa as to be friends...

Suzanne: you're going to have to tell me who you are, and what you want.

Suzanne: you don't have a profile page, and I dont' want to talk to you, until you do.  If you can't do something that simple, you can't be my friend.

jawad wac: i simply want to have ur attention

jawad wac: i have my own page

Suzanne: where is it?

jawad wac: here into my fingers

jawad wac: i can teel u all what u want

Suzanne: sorry buddy, you're not cooperating.

Suzanne: you're not smart enough to tell me who you are, what you want, where you're located, with a picture, you're not smart enough to be my friend.

jawad wac: how can i decid that i not smart enough

jawad wac: u have to talmk to me to know

jawad wac: or u are afraied

Suzanne: I'm bored with you, that's what.

Suzanne: you're afraid of me, if you won't tell me who you are.

Suzanne: You know I'll post you in my blog as a boring man.

jawad wac: why u are impolite withj others

Suzanne: because, you're being an ass

Suzanne: I'm saving all the impolite for guys like you.

jawad wac: u just say thats u know some bored poeple

jawad wac: it means that u are extra bored to have them

jawad wac: look honey we have to be polit with the others

jawad wac: u got it

Suzanne: Honey, you ain't from around here, are you?

jawad wac: no

Suzanne: why don't you just stay in your country, and treat your women better, maybe they'll be polite to you.

jawad wac: i hope all women be polit as my countrys women

Suzanne: Yeah?  I bet they're afraid of you, aren't they?

jawad wac: u have to be like them

jawad wac: i am sure thats they are polits at first

Suzanne: You know what?  You have been pissing me off, wasting my time, and still haven't told me who you are, where you're from, and what you want, unless you're just here to give me a lesson on manners. 

Suzanne: Which by the way, you aren't really swift with manners yourself, since you still haven't told me who you are, where you're from, and what you want.

Suzanne: I bet you make lots of American women use that IGNORE button!

jawad wac: i like american wamen

jawad wac: especially who are polites

Suzanne: yeah, right.

jawad wac: but untill this time i just want to talk with u

jawad wac: its no matter to know who i am and where i am from

Suzanne: Did I fix that?  this is about the 20th time you've left me a "hi" with no explaination of who you are.

Suzanne: You're right, cause all you guys that act this badly deserve to be treated like I'm treating you.

jawad wac: the important that i am here and i want to chat with u

Suzanne: Alright.  So chat.

jawad wac: ur wrong

Suzanne: SO CHAT!  GET WITH IT!

jawad wac: why the americans women ask at firt where are u from

jawad wac: are they afraid

jawad wac: or what

Suzanne: I hate the way that middle eastern men treat women.  You treat them as second class citizens.

jawad wac: have ever visit as

Suzanne: Saudi, Egyptian, Afghanistan, Iranian, Iraqi, treat women badly.

jawad wac: or have u ever talk to a woman from here

Suzanne: yes, I have.

jawad wac: in ur dreams

Suzanne: lright.

jawad wac: i agree thats some men treat woman badly but not faster

jawad wac: like u

Suzanne: ah, so, I had to squeeze it out of you, but you're middle eastern.

jawad wac: u have a lot of men who do the same thing

Suzanne: yes, hundreds.

jawad wac: u have some wrong ideas about as

Suzanne: nope, just about guys like YOU.

jawad wac: u seems that u are the smarter in this world

Suzanne: who won't say who they are, who ask for the web cam,

Suzanne: Why, yes I am.

jawad wac: this is normal

jawad wac: baut i think u have to be so realist about ur ideas

jawad wac: u still there

Suzanne: yeap.

jawad wac: plz chage ur mind about as

jawad wac: this is illegal

Suzanne: LOL, what?

jawad wac: as always run away from the subject

jawad wac: i have to tell u

Suzanne: subject?  I'm still at who are you, where are you from, what do you want.

jawad wac: u are so closer

jawad wac: this is just what u want to know

jawad wac: poor think

Suzanne: it's just polite to introduce yourself, dumbass.

jawad wac: u cant spend 5 min without a dirty talk

jawad wac: oh my god

Suzanne: are you through?  ready to move on to someone else?

jawad wac: of course no

jawad wac: i am so cute with polits women and men

Suzanne: yeah, well, maybe you'll find some by the end of the day.

jawad wac: maybe

jawad wac: but i am sure u wont find someone whowill accept to talk with u

jawad wac: trust me

Suzanne: LOL

Suzanne: You're so funny.

jawad wac: really

jawad wac: u are so nasty

Suzanne: like that's a bad thing!

jawad wac: how old are u

Suzanne: Old enough to be your mother!

jawad wac: wow

jawad wac: my mother

jawad wac: u cant be 0/00000000000000000000000000000000001 of my mother

Suzanne: you're so right...I'd of had to left you on a doorstep somewhere.

jawad wac: because u havent to be a mother

jawad wac: a simple advise for u

Suzanne: you're right.  I do not like children.

jawad wac: dont try to think that u could be a mother

jawad wac: ur sick

Suzanne: you asked me how old I was.

Suzanne: I said nothing about being your mother, I said I was old enough to be your mother.

jawad wac: ok

jawad wac: my mother have 40 y old

Suzanne: I'm 49

Suzanne: how about that.

jawad wac: wow

jawad wac: really

jawad wac: i ma so sorry

jawad wac: to say all this to u

Suzanne: what?  am I too old for you?

Suzanne: LOLOLOLO

jawad wac: yes

jawad wac: i am ur half age

jawad wac: 24


 


And then I find myself Unceremoniously dumped.  Whew.  FINALLY!

At least I kept him occupied and away from my beautiful nieces. 

 

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Update July 4, 2006 8:15Am EST

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jawad wac: hello

Suzanne: Have you lost your mind?  I do NOT want to talk to you.

jawad wac: but why

jawad wac: i really lost my mind because of u

 

This time, because he has no mind, I have reported him as SPAM.