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Sunday, November 27, 2005
R.E.S.P.E.C.T
Today was a rather amusing day. Started off on a good note with a nice cup of tea and some cake that's been hiding at the back of the fridge. Checked my emails and out of sheer boredom I logged onto hi5. Surprised was I to find a message in my Inbox from a rather exotic looking and proud-to-be-busty female. Here's a copy-paste of her message to me:

Hi there,

You have veryy good profiile here I like to read it a lot. you are interested in {lists my interests here} and sounds veyry intersting. I am {her name} from Europe, I am looking for a man just like you who can make me happy. If you want you can tell a,ll about yourself in your next message,..,I very much would like to meet you. I wait for your reply

Read my profile again bitch - I'm gay.

There was a serious earthquake in Iran today, and believe it or not, we could feel the aftershocks all the way here in Dubai and Sharjah. Having just begun to tuck into my lunch, I was rudely interrupted by our building watchman who hastily explained that we had to get out of the building as they were evacuating the residents. I yelled to my sister to get her ass into gear and grab some of her stuff. I grabbed my keys, wallet, cell phone, and a pocket torch. My sister on the other hand, grabbed her bag, a tube of sunblock, a small jar of Vaseline, and the keys to her cupboard and dresser ("In case someone robs us" she explained to me). At least now I know who not to call in a crisis.


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1 Comments:
Anonymous Tony said...
lol...that is funny.

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