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Ok, so remember that nudist website I registered out of boredom a while back? Well out of boredom today (shut up) I went back there and to my delight/amazement/baffledness/frustration found some messages left there for me by other people.
Why on earth someone would choose to send a message to a member whose profile shows their last visit was like 6 months ago is beyond me. It is as if they are sitting there everyday checking to see if I opened there message.
So one of the most persistent people on there was Karl. He sent me about 20 messages. And some of them were basically asking "did you get my message?" Well dickhead after viewing my profile nearly 30000 times you would have seen that I had not as I had not been on the site in over six months.
Karl obviously has problems. Normally I would have delighted in jumping in and wading through Karl's problems and mental mindfield like a zombie on rollerblades. But (un?)fortunately, Karl is located in Santa Fe. A place that really has not been rocketing up my To Visit List.
Anyway, in the last message Karl left a long descriptive tale of how our first wrestling match would play out and what the outcome was. (what in the world?)
And then the pic. omg. This dude was about 320lbs soaking wet. And get this. Karl liked to be a masked wrestler. He wrote about how wearing a mask empowered him because he could see how nervous it made his opponent when they looked at him. (as if the 320 lbs didn't do that.) He wrote about how his mask completely hid his identity and thus made it harder for his opponent to formulate any kind of strategy that would defeat him. (wtf?)
I bet you thinking typical wrestling mask aren't you? Or maybe something flashy like the Mexican luchadores wear. Or at the very least a lone ranger mask. No. His mask was just fucking circles drawn on his face with black smudge or shoe polish.
So there is this 50 year old man wearing a leather singlet about the size of dental floss that cover his bits worse that even that swim outfit Borat wore. With fucking shoe polish on his face. Trying to project this formidable threatening aura at the camera. The whole time I am sitting here not really sure if this is just a damn joke or something. I mean, no one can be this serious.
I am tempted write him back and see if this dude really does live in La La Land like it appears.
Why on earth someone would choose to send a message to a member whose profile shows their last visit was like 6 months ago is beyond me. It is as if they are sitting there everyday checking to see if I opened there message.
So one of the most persistent people on there was Karl. He sent me about 20 messages. And some of them were basically asking "did you get my message?" Well dickhead after viewing my profile nearly 30000 times you would have seen that I had not as I had not been on the site in over six months.
Karl obviously has problems. Normally I would have delighted in jumping in and wading through Karl's problems and mental mindfield like a zombie on rollerblades. But (un?)fortunately, Karl is located in Santa Fe. A place that really has not been rocketing up my To Visit List.
Anyway, in the last message Karl left a long descriptive tale of how our first wrestling match would play out and what the outcome was. (what in the world?)
And then the pic. omg. This dude was about 320lbs soaking wet. And get this. Karl liked to be a masked wrestler. He wrote about how wearing a mask empowered him because he could see how nervous it made his opponent when they looked at him. (as if the 320 lbs didn't do that.) He wrote about how his mask completely hid his identity and thus made it harder for his opponent to formulate any kind of strategy that would defeat him. (wtf?)
I bet you thinking typical wrestling mask aren't you? Or maybe something flashy like the Mexican luchadores wear. Or at the very least a lone ranger mask. No. His mask was just fucking circles drawn on his face with black smudge or shoe polish.
So there is this 50 year old man wearing a leather singlet about the size of dental floss that cover his bits worse that even that swim outfit Borat wore. With fucking shoe polish on his face. Trying to project this formidable threatening aura at the camera. The whole time I am sitting here not really sure if this is just a damn joke or something. I mean, no one can be this serious.
I am tempted write him back and see if this dude really does live in La La Land like it appears.
