Myspace is a wasteland.
This is a perfect example of how bad My Space has become. A success story is 5 guys pretending to be girls who end up helping arrest a would-be sex offender. They’re liars. They told the cops that they pretended to be girls to cheer up a friend who went through a breakup. That’s bull. Teenage guys don’t pretend to be girls in the hope of doing anything good. Maybe one of them was trying to do good. He’s probably in a tutu watching Evita right this minute and dreaming of a career in Broadway or the arts. That place must be SO bad if a would be creep got caught that easily.
Thanks to Jim for calling my attention to yet more proof that western civilization is a horrible place. I wanted space stations and flying cars. What do we get? The Internet: A super efficient porn distribution system.
Thanks to Jim for calling my attention to yet more proof that western civilization is a horrible place. I wanted space stations and flying cars. What do we get? The Internet: A super efficient porn distribution system.
posted by Garble at 9:56 AM
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Did anyone catch the series that Dateline NBC did on all the internet sex predators? Those are some of the creepiest fucks you could ever imagine. They should all be disemboweled publicly and fed to the crows.
Also, the fact that lots of ignorant kids end up putting their addresses and phone numbers on places like Myspace just encourages these sick fuckwads.
It's too bad Simon doesn't have administrative access to the Myspace master server... he could go on one of his signature deleting rampages and dissolve that internet cesspool once and for all.
Garble and I (aka "the computer viruses") can take a crack at Myspace, but I don't know if our viral skills will be as effective as they are on blogger.
MySpace definitely has it's share of creepy fuckers, that's for sure. But I can't come down on it TOO hard, seeing as how I met my future wife there. (I can hear it now, "thank you for making our point!") That's ok, I asked for it!
Congratulations on the engagement! I'm happy for you. There’s nothing wrong with meeting people online. You're not the only person I know that did it. Unless she's 15. IF she's 15 (or younger) then you're in the creeper category.
Well, I guess technically we didn't meet online. We knew each other before hand. She just moved away and I found her on MySpace. And I haven't been on there since.
Future wife!? Congrats! First a baby Briggs, now a Mrs. Briggs. That's cool man.
I feel like Han Solo: "I'm out of it for a little while and everybody gets delusions of grandeur."
But now that you're done with Myspace, I suppose it's okay if Simon pulls a Hiroshima on the Myspace server.
BTW, Garble... how did your internet dating stints turn out? Were you as successful as Briggs and Lunchbox?
A baby to? double congrats Jack.
Define: "Success".
Internet dating sucks for the most part, and the throngs of women that use it are generally lying nasty hoes that don't look anything like their pictures. I've met several chics from the internet in the past, and, well, gross! I prefer to meet mine at fast food restaurants, which is where I met Lauren. Can I get a double cheeseburger and a hot chic to go, please?
I think "success" in internet dating was summarized in Cohort's post: i.e. pulling a chick that isn't gross. Faking the picture is probably standard internet dating practice so you really can't hold that against them. But being totally gross is downright unacceptable.
And Cohort, has every defining moment in your life happened at a White Castle or McFatburger?
If that's what we're using as a benchmark then yes, i've had some 'successful' internet dating experiences. Meeting girls at the bar was a much better method in my opinion.
You know, he's right. I always thought that was kinda strange.
Being a body guard for Simon would be the most boring job in the world. Unless Grand Point reopens--- In which case he'll need a cane pole to fend off all the King of Beers and Hot Trailers. Just be careful, Mrs. Hawk might get suspicious when you come home smelling like 3 packs of Newports and a fish market.
They are rebuilding it, FYI. Looks like they're close to being done, too. They'll probably have to change the name again. *sigh*
Maybe they could tell he actually thought they were hot? Instead of just thinking they were easy?
My theory on Simon and the inexplicable chick-magnetism he's been known to exude is that girls go to the bar and they're consciously thinking about partying and drinking. Subconsciously, they're thinking about specific drinks, e.g. rum & coke (or Bacardi and diet (haha)). When they think about rum, they think Captain Morgan's. Then they see Simon, bearing a striking resemblance to the Captain, and their inhibitions are lowered and their crotches get all juicy.
At least, that's what Hot Trailer told me.
I dont even know how to respond to that one! LOL!!!!!
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