From: Kinky
Hey, when me and you last speaking [I think I would have remembered grammar that bad, but go on] you said you wanted to hook up and get laid? [seems legit...]
What's up did I frighten you away?
Pardon me if I am a little forward [a little?] but I am sick of men beating around the bush.
I want having sex [...] and lots of it if you are not the chap for the job
just let me know please and i will look for somebody else [you do that, then]
From: Son Strickland [that name just makes me think of King of the Hill]
With just as many cuties as dudes you are going to wet your stud.
Sign up at the site now and get your festival of hot slits.
[honestly, what else is there to say here?]
From: Kinnear [Greg Kinnear's sister, maybe?]
I wonder if you keep in your mind my face! [I keep in my mind my thoughts] It has been a while back in college. [umm...I did a correspondence course, so...]
We used to flirt a little but lost contact after graduation.
I will never forget our incredible dates and uncensored fun! [really, because I totally forgot]
View my profile online to see me today.
I am going to upload some of our ancient photos [oh, way to make me feel old] soon for you to enjoy.
Let me know when you’re online!
Ha ha!
ReplyDelete'Festival of hot slits' is horrifically impressive, like the Nazi party.
Oh dear...!
ReplyDeleteI think Willis' comment sums it up perfectly.
ReplyDeleteHaha! "Festival of hot slits"...that line. What is this, I don't even...
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