tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27558161.post6691834831997220635..comments2023-10-05T03:56:19.356-07:00Comments on kusala: Why I Never Wallow in Self PityJoehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02957861827918606478noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27558161.post-77375230041131443992007-12-14T02:46:00.000-08:002007-12-14T02:46:00.000-08:00But, um, are you "clean" and "bug-free" tho? I tak...But, um, are you "clean" and "bug-free" tho? I take a shower and comb my nits daily personally.<BR/><BR/>I'm surprised your post wasn't flagged and removed immediately. That's happened to me on a number of occasions. I've contact Craigslist staff about revamping their flagging system to allow recommendations to balance out nasty flag trolls. But, I was just laughed at and told to go away.m00nchildhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14191307528534833916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27558161.post-21051057210317739552007-12-13T08:44:00.000-08:002007-12-13T08:44:00.000-08:00Oh, I usually open with "fat, femme, possessive, a...Oh, I usually open with "fat, femme, possessive, alcoholic, debt-ridden, unemployed troll seeks gym-toned god". Perhaps neurotic counts as disease ridden. Wow, I've never seen a Craigslist without measurements and "your nude photo gets mine". You may have made a mistake assuming people who read complete sentences visit that site.LadrĂ³n de Basura (a.k.a. Junk Thief)https://www.blogger.com/profile/13051974174001458812noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27558161.post-57086844884206131872007-12-13T06:40:00.000-08:002007-12-13T06:40:00.000-08:00You keep it real, darlin'. ;)You keep it real, darlin'. ;)Salty Miss Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02603806796783950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27558161.post-87120204424733211812007-12-12T11:21:00.000-08:002007-12-12T11:21:00.000-08:00"What fifth date?" Don't worry, that's geared more..."What fifth date?" Don't worry, that's geared more toward myself than toward you. Actually, "What second date?" for that matter. Oy.<BR/><BR/>Seriously, do ya'll know how long it's been since I've gone on a typical "date" of the cocktail-dinner-movie variety (as opposed to the "I'll be at your place in ten minutes. Be ready." variety)? I have no one to blame but myself, I suppose. Oh, what the hell, I'll blame Santa Barbara anyway.<BR/><BR/>Stash: There's no suspense! No "what" happened! I got maybe two responses and never followed through (so unlike me) after a perfunctory reply to maybe one of them. "Disease-Ridden" really isn't a hallmark of an effective marketing campaign.Joehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02957861827918606478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27558161.post-74589727115305290512007-12-12T09:11:00.000-08:002007-12-12T09:11:00.000-08:00Actually, I imagine you're a pretty fun first date...Actually, I imagine you're a pretty fun first date. If you're like me in this, it's at about the fifth date where things start getting hairy.<BR/><BR/>And don't you dare ask "what fifth date?"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27558161.post-36351425873938099202007-12-12T09:04:00.000-08:002007-12-12T09:04:00.000-08:00And what happened? Don't leave us in suspense!And what happened? Don't leave us in suspense!Stashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03000525378017961784noreply@blogger.com