January 17, 2007

all the dosh in the blue marble...

...can't buy him lurve.

now, let's analyse him a wee bit:
1. a bit too set in his ways --> see his choice of past bird's: nurses and waitresses - gosh! how about trolley dolly's, Tom? at least they are a tad worldly-wise. and better still, a nurse [they do take good care of ye if your ill] and waitress all rolled into one. see, two for the price of one.
2. totally inflexible --> his partner should be younger than he
3. his biological clock is tickin --> wants [1]to settle by 40 [2]exactly 3 bairn's by then or shortly after

frankly, even if he were to bribe me to be his missus [haha. ha], i'd run for the hill's. oh, hang on, i'm way too *old* for him! he's not even worth my time, really.

how come? read on.

hmm.. how about this Tom? perhaps you should go for em thai's, filipina's and indonesian's. there are plenty of such young nubile type's who can't wait to fulfil your needs, requirements and wotever else. apart from waitin on you paw and hindpaw.

and apart from breeding like rabbit's. if you don't mind gettin circumcised, that is - read: [forced] conversion to islam. in the case of dirt-poor indonesians and dirt-poor darker-complexioned wee island malays. who i'm sure you'd find, erm, exotic.

:: gagging sound ::

but i must quickly add that they ain't exactly intellectual. and don't go for young wee island chinky or indian cunt's though, Tom. they'd make you a pauper before you could even say "boo!". or worse, a peopRe's LepubRik peasant from the provinces, you'll lose that shirt on your back - i'm not exaggerating, mind.

besides you both not being able to communicate. oh yes, but of course, you don't do gold-digger's. but then, i'll reckon you'd lose complete control of your senses once you chance upon such evil type's.

with all your dosh and accomplishment's, your better off alone, mate. and no, i ain't being sarcy.

no, it's your persistent low self-esteem and way-off-the-mark ideals that scares off potential bride's. unless if they are nurses and waitresses. only they - and they alone - could allow you to control and boss em around as you wish so.

as enscribed by the letter b @ January 17, 2007 10:53 AM | someone's pinged
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