Within the last few months, I’ve been receiving friend requests from females who are scantily clad in lingerie and nighties, and they seem to be my age or younger. I never know who these women are nor do I believe they are actual people with feelings and hopes and dreams. With that in mind, I will now be posting them on here. That’s what they all want, right? The attention? Today’s latest request is from Natasha Brown, who actually has that she went to U of I (my alma mater) and went to a hoity toity high school.
Judging by the poor lighting, hair, and makeup, this instance may very well be a real person behind this profile. The Ikea lamp in the background is perplexing as well. Maybe she just wants a real photographer to shoot her? Maybe she should try messaging. Somebody who graduated high school and college four years earlier than everyone else her age should probably know about that option.
I’m not sure if it’s more distressing to be friended by fake profiles of girls or real profiles from Lebanese men.
(11:24:59 PM) Chelsea: tax day is the 18th thsi year (11:25:02 PM) Chelsea: in case you were wondering (11:25:07 PM) SJ: what why (11:25:25 PM) SJ: why would it change so far past the fifteenth? (11:25:47 PM) Chelsea: because the 15th this year is a minor holiday celebrated only in DC (11:25:53 PM) SJ: whut (11:26:00 PM) SJ: okaay (11:26:03 PM) Chelsea : soemthing to do with something (11:26:07 PM) SJ: hahaha oic (11:26:09 PM) Chelsea: and so, they have to push it to monday instead
i don’t understand what the fuck it is, i don’t understand why you would want the hybrid furby-idog-roomba bunny fucker talking to you in prerecorded messages. i wouldn’t want it sitting and staring into space, watching me in the living room, waiting for me to doze off to kill my cat and then me. ever see I, Robot?
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