Don’t go to Minnesota. Because…
God.
My heart breaks for Helen. It really does.
I’ve been trying to convince her to try online dating. She’s a single mom… Three kids… In school full time. Not a lot of time for her, but she finally signed up.
Poor thing. What a let down.
This guy is getting his own post. Not only because he looks like a pimp… Or because he looks like he’s wearing pajamas in public… Really, it’s because of what he says and because ALL TEN pictures of him are from the wax museum. Seriously.
I bet he smells like deer piss.
Oh god. Really. This looks like a Senior picture, no?
Ring, Ring. Yes, hi. This is Weird Al. Mmhmm. I wanted to see if I could get my hair back from this guy. He’s making it look totally gay!”
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Email me!
This is a first. Really. OMG. I can’t stop laughing. Dude just colored in her face! Nevermind the very familiar, warm embrace thing that’s happening here. It’s her eyes, nose and mouth that made this picture not appropriate for a dating ad.
Dude. That’s a spider man button up. WTF?
Oh god. No, no, no, no, NO! Please! Stop the insanity!
You know what is worse than a picture that a grown man paid for from a photo studio? A picture that a grown man photoshopped one of those awful backgrounds that you get from the studios, but he actually took it with his self timer in his mom’s basement.
Let’s take a moment… For Helen…
Bow your heads.
Dear God,
Please let Helen move to Atlanta where she can meet a proper man. And if she can’t move to Atlanta, bring some sort of cool man into her life in Minnesota.Amen.
