rogeliase – n. a person who has no exposure to names from other cultures, so when you tell them a name from other cultures they are absolutely surprised and don’t understand that it is a name
Ex. Ronald is a total rogeliase — he didn’t know Shuahuawanginst Liaotuwurnb is a name!
I sometimes scour the internet for all things hilarious.
More recently, that includes dating sites — especially for choice quotes. My God, what a treasure trove I have stumbled upon — and I only look at the girl’s profiles. I have yet to even try to look at what guys say and do on sites like Plenty of Fish, OKCupid, etc. However, having a decent exposure to these web sites and the people that tend to be on them, I have formulated theories about what these girls actually say (or do) on them.
A lot of times, they just say the same things. I think we can establish that there’s a few things that girls say or do on dating sites that is either really telling or just doesn’t need to be mentioned on their profiles. And you would think that guys would be bad — yeah, well girls are bad too!
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– The girl is “Looking to have fun.”
She is looking to have sex.
– Her profile is blank and only has pictures.
She is looking to have sex, and pretty much just relying on her “sexy” pictures to get guys to message her. Never mind having a personality or even beating around the bush — she just wants her bush to get beaten directly. And have as very little effort as possible in doing so.
This also covers people who basically make no statement of who they are/what they do/anything that would actually make you be interested in who they are as a person. It’s great if you’re “friendly” but I have no idea what that tells me about you.
– “I don’t have time to fill this out right now.”
I don’t see how anyone cares that you need to state that you don’t have time to fill this out “right now.” It just shows their lack of effort, especially since they never seem to update their profile to remove the statement. There really is just no point in having the statement at all — if they omitted it, nothing would be lost. I don’t care you didn’t have time to fill it out a month ago when you established your profile — what’s happened to the time since then? “Right now” seems like a very long time.
– She has a picture of her leaning down with her boobs/ass hanging out.
She is probably looking for sex, or to “reel you in” with her main picture so that you can click on her profile. You can’t really see her face, all you see is boob, and that’s what gets guys to click it. Then you realize the horrible truth that she’s unattractive 9 times out of 10. The same goes for any other “provocative” shots they might have uploaded.
– Boobs, boobs, and more boobs.
Nothing screams out to me “I’m trashy” more than when girls have 8 pictures of themselves on their profile squeezing/positioning their boobs in such a way that misappropriates their actual size/shape and makes them more “sexually pleasing.” The best thing about it is that they say “I’m looking for a man that likes me for me” (or some broken English variant of that) and they accompany that forlorn statement with trashy boob pictures. Have we found a dichotomy? I think so.
– Self-camera shots.
Hardly a “dating site” problem, but the overwhelming majority of pictures seem to be a “hey look at what kind of camera I have” mirror shot. And most have cleavage anyway.
– Girls that complain about “guys that are shirtless”
The only reason a girl complains about seeing a guy shirtless is because they don’t appeal to them. They say it anyway because most of the guys they look at are probably fooling them just like their boobs are fooling guys just as badly. We all know that they actually like looking at topless dudes as long as they are hot, despite what they say.
– Pictures with friends
It’s nice to see that girls have friends, I guess. What can be annoying is when there’s a group of her friends (how nice that she has friends), but apparently she doesn’t deem it necessary to say “Hey, I’m that one.” I guess the intent here is to confuse people looking at their profile into thinking they are actually the “hotter” one when in reality they might not (aka aren’t) be.
– Pictures with “other guys”
I don’t know what they’re trying to prove by putting up pictures of them with “other guys.” I think they’re trying to say something like “hey, I can get any guy I want” but in reality they don’t seem like they can. At the very least it would carefully off-put at least some of the people that look at their pictures for whatever reason they might have. If they’re going to put up pictures of them on a dating site with other dudes they might as well date that guy before trying their luck on a dating site.
– They say they are sarcastic, but don’t seem to understand what that means.
A lot of girls like to say they are sarcastic or like sarcasm. But they do little to demonstrate that they actually know what it means or how they are supposedly “sarcastic” all the time. Obviously there are some that know what it is, means, and can actually be described as such. But most aren’t.
– They are a “nerd.”
Everyone is a damn nerd. No, you are not a nerd because you have a laptop and are studying for a test. In fact, many of the people who say they ARE nerds, list nothing that actually qualify as such. Very seldom do you see anyone actually say they “are” a nerd when they actually are one.
– Horrendous spelling.
I’m sure guys are just as bad, but how can I possibly love anyone that leaves out random letters from the beautiful language we call English? This is just one example of the travesty you can find:
“u r probably wonder why i dont look prettier like thee other girls tlk to but jus to tell u unlike most of the girls i got things going for myself nd GOD made me to b the way i am for my future so begore u start meassing me sayin im not ya type or im ugly save both of our time and do us both a fav and dont message me with tht bs!!”
Case in point. Or should I say… cse n pnt
– That’s proooooobably a tranny…
A lot of times you might find a girl that… looks a little bit off. Sometimes they go right out and say “I am transgendered/transsexual” or “I am NOT a tranny.” I suppose I feel sorry for the latter, being that people THINK they are transsexual and ask them repeatedly enough that it has to be listed on the profile.
– Overweight is the new “thin.”
This doesn’t happen a whole lot, but there’s a certain segment of crazies out there that like to lie about their body type. I mean, really? I can see your picture. You are not thin or “average” — you are at the very least “overweight” or “few extra pounds.” Don’t try to pass yourself off as Average body type when you are obviously not. I suppose I can be lenient and say that since most people nowadays are overweight, you could be classified as “average.” However, there are a couple of cases where that is really just not the case.
– They complain about getting a lot of messages… but then they want you to write a paragraph in your message to them.
I get that girls probably get tons of messages from guys, especially if they are seemingly-attractive. It sort of seems counter-productive that they complain about getting tons of these messages, but want you to “say something more than ‘hi’.” However, this is a double-edged sword — I’m sure all of the people that they would actually want writing “more than hi” to them don’t need to in order to get a response from them. Not to mention I’m sure that the guys on these sites aren’t very high quality either.
– Awful piercings/tattoos/make-up.
99% of the time when girls have any of the above, they make themselves look terrible. And then we get close up shots or stupid “pucker face” pictures with their stupid double-cheek piercings. Not saying that all girls look unattractive with certain piercings/tattoos/make-up, but just that most of them think they look better than they actually do when they show that stuff off. Most of that stuff will just make me question their sanity.
– “This is my _th time on here”
Sorry it didn’t work out for you before, but that just makes me think you’re either incompatible or you have a propensity to attract weirdos and allow them to meet you or get personal with you to the point you need to delete your profile to get rid of them.
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In the end, there’s only one thing that comes from all of the exposure to single, lonely girls looking for companionship/”fun” (aka sex)/friends. And that is that I become depressed that there are so many stupid people who don’t know how to write, take pictures, or realize that their weird double cheek piercing is not attractive. There is a genuine sense of sadness when seemingly nice people are looking for their “right one” and don’t seem to have been able to so far, but those are few and far between — considering most dating sites are littered with people I would never want to associate with, let alone letting them know I saw their profile.
Subject: Why?
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good salesman – n. a person who can convince you that you’ve always wanted a product you never saw before in your life
old-timer – n. a person who remembers when a hot lunch at school was a warm meal instead of a stolen sandwich
Today’s expert is a guy who knows where yesterday’s expert went wrong.
plumber – n. a person that works in the bathroom when it is broken
– Keep telling the same person that they have bad breath even if they don’t, then punch them in the face.
– Announce in a meeting that you have AIDS. Then after everyone gives you sympathy remarks tell them you were just kidding and tell them they are all a bunch of queers.
– Before a meeting, fill your mouth with custard. Then during the meeting put one finger in the air and make like you are hocking up a big loogie. then spit the custard into a clear glass and hand it to the person next to you and say “beat that.”
– Inform a co-worker that he wouldn’t make a good hooker then piss in his coffee and tell him he needs a good ass-fucking.
– Walk around with a big smile on your face while keeping one hand down your pants.
– Answer every question with “fuck if I know” then call the person a racial slur that doesn’t even match their race.
– Brag about the fact that you own a gun and keep playing with your nuts, get them really sweaty , then walk around shaking everyone’s hand.
– Shit on the floor of your office and when someone comes in and sees it tell them that it’s the fake plastic kind. When they try to pick it up and realize that their hand is full of shit, laugh and point.
– Run down the hall with your dick out while pissing all over the place and yell “It won’t stop!” then when it stops, look down and say “oh.”
10. ask to borrow someon’es pen. take it to the bathroom and stick it in your ass. return it and tell the person to smell it. when they tell you it smells like shit say ” it should i had it in my ass !! “
I have a question… Whats the difference between a bitch slap and a pimp smack? I mean if you bitch slap a person that means your slapping them cause they’re a bitch right?… Well if you pimp smack someone then your slapping them because they’re a bitch.. This is one of those questions that will go down as the greats.. right around… “Is I cannot belive its not butter.. butter actually in disguise?…”
Ok, there is something i really do not get, thoes stupid plastic straws that come in colorful, fun-looking bags, then when you open them, it is just a bunch of cheap stupid CRAP!! I mean, you cant even drink with them, its just one of those things thats supposed to help you do something, but just really messes you up more than anything!! you see, whenever you stretch out the little bendy parts of it, it gets a hole in it, so being the stupid person that you are, you dont notice and you go about your business, doing whatever, while you try to slurp on your crap and grape juice gets
all over you!
so then when you write a complaint letter to the stupid company and they dont even bother to write back, because they have the whole “im better than you because i make colorful straws that dont work for a living, and you are just some idiot with grape juice on your shirt” kinda attitude!! stupid plastic straw thingys!!
Is there such thing as Heaven and Hell? Well, Heaven and Hell aren’t what you think they are. Heaven isn’t some Blue wonderful world with puffy white clouds and people playing Harmonicas. Also they don’t have cute little wings and those yellow circle thingies on there head. Heaven is actually, believe it or not, Candy Land. Yes, it is that board game. I mean why wouldn’t it be? It makes sense, doesn’t it? Candy=Everyone LOVES Candy (except for those weird people that give candy OUT on Halloween…what is up with that)? and Land=uh…it’s…uh…land…made out of…candy…Yeah that’s it, Land made out of candy. And people eat away at the land and when the people eat ALL the candy they drop down to hell for being so greedy. Now Hell is not some flaming hot red place with people running around naked with big red buts. No, it’s a series of tortures. Like the: “Beeping computer torture.” This torture is one of the worst of all time. A person sits at a computer and turns it on. The computer beeps. So the person tries and tries and TRYS to fix it but no matter what, it will still keep beeping and beeping and beeping (it drives them on the brink of insanity). Another torture is the “Brady Bunch Torture” where you watch every single gay episode of the Brady Bunch. This turns you fruity and insane…And yet 1 more torture is the “Pick up Machine Torture”. Ever goes to those arcades and go to that machine with the claw where you put money into and try to grab one of those toys with the claw? Now IMAGINE doing that for ETERNITY and NEVER EVER picking up one of those toys with the claw! Ugh that’s HORRIBLE! Who ever thought up tortures like this? Anyways you are FORCED to do it for eternity…I’ve just officially grossed my self out with thinking of these tortures, I’m done…
Everyone is always confusing me with right and left. Don’t laugh. It’s very confusing when you think about it. There’s right and left, your right my left, and my right your left. It really all depends on what relation the other person is standing to you. I have come up with a solution to this problem. From now on, insted of left and right, it will be this and that. You may think it sounds even more confusing, but it’s not when you think about it. If you use “this” instead of left and “that” instead of right. There is no more my or your.
Old
“Clip the wire on my right… or is it your right or your left…” :: BOOM::
New
“Clip the wire on that side.” :: World is saved ::
It is the perfect solution for a big problem!
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This is kinda weird. We got 2 different versions of this same story from 2 different people. We don’t know who the first person was.
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1st version:
One Day A Rabbit named FLUFFY was sitting in his round terdy dirhea palace ande the toilet was made of realy talking terds somtimes they hugged him and said”i wove you”so anyway fluffys owner was coming home and took him out and held him above her head and he pooped on her face with a SPLAT she said “bitching rabbit”!!!she ran inside to take a shower when she came back out she held him and spanked me after that he shot out a marbly little terd into her mouth and she GULPED IT and he pee’d the second after that and hit her in the nose and she said “IM KILLING YOU”!!but before she could his terdy toilet freinds came and they punched her THWOCK THWOCK and SPLAT SPLITTY SPLAT!!his little toilet freinds said “o gosh i wove u”and little old fluffy/he ate them and chewed with a gooshy sound of munch’in terds and they screamed “Basterd EE OUSE rabbit”!?!and fluffys freind FROSTY came over and greated Fluffy and Fluffy Greated Frosty and Frosty And Fluffy built an invention called the Poop-Mini-Gunner and sceintific name –POOPIOSE LE’TERD ODDER LORD OF STINKY POO MICK COLEMN HAIRY FAT MAN TERD–so they aimed it toward there town called Toilet city poo eee (they lived in the poopyis town of the underground Retard toilets for fat men and fat assed woman and always getting new poopy , slimy visitors each second and each time we great them as they slide down the slippery slide of pooey)AND SHOT THE CITY AND EVERYONE GREW INTO THE BROWNIST BROWNEY TERDS IN THE WORLD!! ALSO ONE REMINDER the biggest TeRd in the town is stanly who came from a 560Pound SUmo wrestler THE END))))”””””
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2nd version:
One Day Fluffys owner was coming home and she took him out and said “hi”i pooped on her face and she yelled at me and said”YOU rabbIT YOU”she went to take a shower and came back and said”IM SPANKING YOU FLUFFY”before she could i pooped a little marbly terd and it went in her mouth and she gulped it and she was so frusterated she pulled down her pants and farted on me and after that i peed on here face then she ran inside to take another shower and i made an invention while she was in the shower i called it the poop shooter i aimed ot at her shower window and SPLAT then THWOCK i broke the glass and it hit her in the nose and splatted a huge mushy dirhea splatter all on here nose she inhaled it and puked at the marbly terd i escaped by opening the lach and brought my poop shooter and made 90 terds combinded and shot it at the city THWOCK the city blew up with a dirheaish fireworks and everyone thought they saw Hamtaro (from the CarttonNetwork at 8:30AM and the 4:00PM show)shoot it and everyone in the city got out spears and arrows (BY THE WAY HAMTARO IS A HAMSTER)and Hamtaro said “crum crumb crum” and EVERYONE stabbed him and HAMTAROS eyes popped out and plopped on the floor with a splitty splat splitty noise and his balls fell off and everyone ate dirhea to surrvive but saddly little fluffy had to much fluffyness and killed everyone who looked at his fizzzy,fuzzy,fluffy,soothing,touching,scottish,dirheashish furr so everyone DIED IN A DIRHEAISH DEATH
THE EMD KIDS AND ADULTS
Hey all you silly bastards!
Guess what?
Yep, you guessed it, it’s story time!!
Whoopee!!!!!!!!!!
Today’s installment is a sort of auto-biography (that means it’s about me, ya dumbass). But I’m going to write in the third person, ’cause I can, so eat that!
It’s about a large valley girl that likes MTV (Motivational Therapy for Virgins) and has a wee wee instead of a yum yum. You heard me! A wee wee!
“Aww crap, do I really have to,” said roblestheclown
“YES! I AM DAVEPOOBOND! YOU CANNOT DISOBEY ME, FOR I HAVE JELLO IN MY EAR!” replied the very drunk Aussie, davepoobond.
“OK, OK, just make sure you pay me in monopoly money this time, cause last time…IT WAS FRIGGEN REAL! I HATE REAL MONEY, CAUSE EVERY BILL HAS A BIG STUPID PICTURE OF A DEAD GUY! THEY JUST PISS ME OFF DAVE!”
“……….Fine, but this story HAS to involve flying curtains that snore!”
Anyway, back to the funny stuff.
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Attack of the Communist Sideburns
One day, as Eddie (my nickname that I made up for myself because I have no friends) was walking down the street towards the zoo, he saw something scary, something very, very scary. A vase. Now you might say, if you were actually reading this, “Hey Eddie, vases arn’t scary. You must be stupid!” Well, this vase was no ordinary vase: it had a picture of Saddam Husein wearing a pretty pink tutu doing a pirouette while balancing on a 2 pound slab of veil(you know, baby cows). Now, tell me thats not scary and ill beat your grandma…thats more like it.
“AH!” exclaimed Eddie, after he saw Saddam wink at him from the vase. “HEY! Don’t scream at my vase, it’s very sensitive!”
“Oh, sorry old man Herpes, but it winked at me.”
“…mmmmmm…i have eight watches…none of them arefake.”
“Oh,…..good….for….you…Yea, I gotta go, you know, MTV!” Eddie replied happily.
“Damn virgins” mumbled Herpes.
So, instead of going to the zoo to laugh at all the old people that fall into the crocodile pits, Eddie went to his hourly MTV session. MTV is what Eddie lives for. Literally. Every hour he has to go to the doctor inside the MTV place for tequilla shots, with a needle, not a shot glass, or else he will implode. Once he gets his shots, he goes to his MTV class, quite convenient if you ask me, a two-fer so to speak.
In these MTV classes, Eddie learns about why being a virgin has its ups and downs. The downs: you havent had sex yet, people make fun of you, you suck. The ups:…uhh…well…there aren’t really any ups, they just say that to make it cool, ups and downs. Beacause if it just said downs, then no one would want to be a virgin. After that, they go around in a circle, explaining how smoking crack only makes you a crack whore, and no one likes them. Well, maybe crack pimps, but this story is not about them.
But the main reason Eddie watches MTV is for Tom Green, Andy Dick, Jackass, and…oh, wait, wrong MTV. Sorry about that. The main reason Eddie goes to MTV is because they serve virgin margaritas with those cool little umbrellas and a side order of ketchup, which also comes with an umbrella.
After a session one day, Friday, February 13, 1999 to be exact, Eddie spontaneously said, “I like to eat marijuana brownies through my ass!” Most of the virgins in there gasped, then thought about it, nodded their heads, and applauded. All of them in fact, except Gary the Constipated Virgin. She thought it was very cruel to make fun of her being constipated. Even though Eddie didn’t directly make the joke about her, she was very sure he was talking about her, beacuase she’s constipated, and stupid.
So, when Eddie left, after he excitedly stated, “I have a wee wee instead of a yum yum!! AHAHAHAHA!!!”, Gary followed him home, saw which room he slept in, and threw a brick into his window, smacking him in the head, and making him fall, unconcious, with no hair.
Eddie woke up 10 seconds later somewhere in the vicinity of Nebraska, with hair again. To make matters worse, his pants had been replaced with a neon sign stapled to him, saying “I hate you.” He had only one choice: walk. Walk where, he didn’t know, but there was a giant sea tortoise that went by him and told Eddie to walk, or it would pee on him. So he walked. And walked. And walked, and walked, and walked. And every time he walked through a city, at least one person in every city would throw a bucket of water on him, electrocuting him. It also lowered his sperm count but thats not our problem.
“Wash my couch!”
“What?!” queried Eddie.
“I said, wash my couch! ya dumbass” said Harold theRocketship.
“NO!” Eddie said.
“Damn virgins,” murmured Harold.
“…FUCK AUTHORITY!…oh shit, sorry, I was just gettin into my music, but damn this backstreet boys CD rules!”
“Sir?”
“Yes?”
“I’m the Squackle censor, and you have violated the rules that you agreed to.”
“What? Squackle doesn’t have any censors. Look, FUCK, SHIT, ASSHOLE, DICKFACE, STUPID COCK-PUMPER, GAY ARABIAN CAMEL RAPIST THAT LOVES TO EAT HAIR AND SKIN WHILE SNIFFING SQUIRREL PISS! See, no bleeps, well, except that one.”
“Sir, we dont bleep, we enforce fucked up words, and you have yet to say the following: soul train, Marilyn Manson, bong toker, smelly back disease, and beef. Since you have not complied with these terms, you will die.”
“Oh, OK…wha wha, wait…that’s illegal isn’t it?”
“No, not here. You see, here at Squackle, we can do anything we want. We say what we want, we tell people whatever we want, and we kill whoever we want, without any repercussions.”
“But, how the hell did you guys get such a good deal?!”
“Well, two words: Dave’s high. And since dave is high, the government doesn’t like dealing with him, because they think Squackle is ‘A site full of crap and we don’t want to look through all that crap for illegal things’, also…Dave’s high.”
“Oh, oh yeah! Well, bye!”
“Bye!”
Eddie finally made it to a city that looked like it sold pants, so he looked around, and found a store, called “Pants and Pink Pudding.” Eddie liked pink pudding, so he went in and bought a smiley face sticker, stuck it on his face and went back home.
Once back home, Eddie went door-to-door, telling eveyone, individually, about his adventure. But, after the thrid person, he was punched by a mysterious man that just happened to be the man he was talking to. When he woke up in the hospital, all he could say was, “Like, wut-everrrrrrrrrr!” ::does the wutever w with hands::
THE END!
Oh yea, I knew this girl once, and one time she brought to show-
and-tell her flying cutains that snore. They were AWESOME!!!!!!
THE END…FOR REALZ, YO!