One night, I texted one of those numbers they advertise after half past nine to find out the name of my perfect match.
John.
we're all making our own sense of things
One night, I texted one of those numbers they advertise after half past nine to find out the name of my perfect match.
John.
You’re just encouraging them you know.
But isn’t that a tax deduction now you’re a comedienne and all?
I can’t believe you did that! That’s so funny. But now that you have, surely you should try it again in a week and see if you get the same name?
stomper girl, I know…and you know what else…if you don’t de-register yourself, they keep sending you texts that you have to pay for…useful texts they are too…
for tax deductions to be worth anything, there must first be a useful level of income
I have been thinking about that Ariel, but I just bought a resin elk’s head to go over the fireplace…
Do you know any Johns?
🙂
No one with whom it would be appropriate to have such a discussion.
ummm…i’m always scared that giving those people my number will result in identity fraud somehow.
I hadn’t thought about identity fraud, just never-ending annoyance and harassment.
Besides, I know what my perfect match’s name is. And has that knowledge ever done me any good?*
*Rhetorical question
I hadn’t thought about identity fraud, just never-ending annoyance and harassment.
Besides, I know what my perfect match’s name is. And has that knowledge ever done me any good?*
*Rhetorical question
Funny, it said mine was Tracey. But I don’t really know any Traceys.
Really?
No :Þ