The family got the internet when I was 15, and I quickly began receiving the attention of generally unattractive girls. Some of them have stayed friends with me to this day.
I must admit that three of them cling to me...cling, cling, cling...and do not let go. They are starved for attention and I have been much nicer than anyone has ever been to them, ever-ever-ever. I don't mind giving them attention, I do mind the fact that they're really not that interesting. They ramble on and on and I pretend to be engaged in their conversation.
They write me letters and e-mails full of hyperbole and dangling participles, and I read them, and occasionally reply.
A cruel joke says..."Why do fat girls give good head?"
Answer: "Because they have to."
I must admit that three of them cling to me...cling, cling, cling...and do not let go. They are starved for attention and I have been much nicer than anyone has ever been to them, ever-ever-ever. I don't mind giving them attention, I do mind the fact that they're really not that interesting. They ramble on and on and I pretend to be engaged in their conversation.
They write me letters and e-mails full of hyperbole and dangling participles, and I read them, and occasionally reply.
A cruel joke says..."Why do fat girls give good head?"
Answer: "Because they have to."
roethke:
Did you get my last email? I've been having problems with my gmail account.