Most honest myspace person EVAR.

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What A Horrible Night To Have A Curse
Jun 5, 2002
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Kandarian Ruins
Either that or someone fucking with everybody possible. Either way this is classic. :tickled:

I'll be your BEST fuck ever!

About me:
My name's Krissy. I come from a long line of mail order brides so I'm here to rebel against love, commitment, and relationships. I just want a sex partner. I love huge cocks, sucking huge cocks down my throat...not to mention taking them ALL the way in me...Also I like to let you stick it in my ass...and any other hole it'll fit in.

Who I'd like to meet:
Someone to worship me! Someone that will think about me ALOT when we're not together. Someone who loves the way my hair smells, and thinks I'm the greatest thing on earth. Someone with a HUGE fucking cock that wants to fuck all the fucking time! Basically someone to love me...that I don't have to love back.

hahahahahahaha
 
It's okay guys... shes from Illinois... each and everyone of us has a chance...

... to rape and slaughter her for being a brutally honest slut.
 
Yeah it's probably some 14 year old dude laughing his balls off at the patheticism displayed by today's e-pimp. Good for him. :tickled:

EDIT: Whoa, did you catch that? I made up a word! :dopey:
 
Here's my myspace account. Just to prove that 50% of it is such a load of shit.

I've already made half a dozen guys meet me. Ofcourse I never show. But the fact that I have them wait at my pals bars in Hollywood...is most hysterical.

http://www.myspace.com/8030790

Here's a sample of someone who fell in "love" with me. I made him wait at starbucks...and he's still sprung. This is the conclusion of about a dozen other emails. Basically he said he loved how I sounded, gave me his cell number, and wanted to meet me at starbucks. I never showed. And my excuse was that my cousin severed a finger, and I had to go visit him in the E.R. I'm going to buddy up with him again. I'll make him drive out to compton or something. :loco:


----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Jonathan Stone
Date: May 24, 2005 6:06 PM

Actually...the truth is...I'm not desperate...I just don't believe you. You started this whole thing off with deception by saying you were overweight as well as a bunch of other stuff...now granted, it got to the point where it was obvious that you were just fucking around, however, when you start something with deceipt, it is a bad start...so, for all I know...you are actually a dude!

That is why I want you to call or meet me on my grounds...ie...a public place like starbucks...

I am very successful in the film business as a Casting Director and the last thing I need is to get jumped at some private club on sunset or get my as kicked going to meet someone I haven't even spoken with on the phone.

You have not made a single effort to make this happen or satisfy me that you are even close to for real.

Not to mention you wasted my time standing me up at starbucks...however, I have no choice to believe you are sincere with the severed finger excuse.

Anyway, desperate...I am far from.

I just think you are full of shit!

Proove me wrong.

Jonathan


My reply


Listen here you sanctimonius son of a bitch! You are trying real real hard to get to know a girl who you claim you don't believe! Well fuck you!!!! My cousin lost his finger! And all you care about is trying to find some girl who will show you the time of day. Well seeing as I am not that girl. As you're a big huge doofus...much like the ones I recall from my USC days. I can frankly care less. Are you such a chickenshit, that you can't meet a 120 lb girl at a nightclub? Afraid some big black guys are going to rough you up or something?!?! You accuse me of being a guy?!?! I can send you a thousand pics of my lovely body. But why bother?!?! You're just some nerdstrom with a keyboard. I have had sex with real men!!!! Do you know that big guy from "Paradise Hotel"? Well he was my last boyfriend. You're not half the man he, or 99% of the men out there are! I drove by starbucks that day! I did show up. But you look hideously awkward, socially inadequate, and communicatively inept! So I drove right on by with a smirk on my face! Who dresses you? Your mother??!?! :Spin: