I’ve been spending so much time practicing nerd chants in school cafeterias I haven’t been able to summon much strength to keep posts up these days. A walking Walking Dead walker with the rotting, fetid stench of seasons five through seven seeping through every cell of your corporeal body. You are to be psychologically and conceptually quarantined. I curse you with every elemental fiber of my being. You are not a part of the legitimate discourse of a civil society. For the stench of hair spike semi-employed wank-tool pawing pooch suckle thigh innocence rends the power chords, riffs into dissonance, and transcends into the sublime. But your humbs narrator is still kicking his ubiquitous red cup o’ Night Train, munching on tasty Hostess products whenever possible, raising two little HCs, and staring at the world cockeyed and bemused, or maybe more bleary eyed and vaguely nauseous. I don’t just mean this pic of Zach and his Bro, K-Whizz greasing up on Marissa as if her derriere is hosting a bake sale featuring a trenbolone sandwich. Yes, even douchier than these spectacular meatwads. They took more than without my acknowledgement First of all let me say I like Hot or Not and really believe they moved online dating mainstream. I mean how is it really all that better from other busy websites like or some of the others?I'm not sure the site is all that better than it was five years ago.
The rest of the app works exactly as you would expect a mobile dating app to work.
I have already paid and am not going to lie and say I have a crush on someone. To get a full access, you have to build the access a bit at this time by adding more and more and more money. I went for match because its the ads are over the TV and subway but im not really getting anywhere yet.
The app no longer works without immediately going to the send a crush screen that costs money. If you sign via Paypal or your credit card beware that they automatically link and charge you every month without refund. I have one friend that who me that is the best and another who recommended
From Shemga’s chumptastic head tilt to Sophia’s doe eyed vaguely 80s-era Laura San Giacomo luscious Mayan Eye of Coitus, the dialectics of choadal dissonance innovate tonal patterns beyond the everyday fungorgia.
Which is to say a unique amalgam of improvisational choadnuttery.
Saturday, June 10, 2017 Well hello there, ye fellow ‘bag hunters, hott enthusiasts, and lovers of the mock! I am honored, humbled, and filled with the tingliest of shmeg tickle to see that this ole’ web relic of the late aughts and early 10s still gets a little foot traffic in the age of internet Borg control and hive mind Chris Hardwick faux nerd blankness. Certainly not as we enter the political douchepocalypse that has enveloped. Thursday, March 16, 2017 You might presume that a faux tanned Ed Hardy disciple inappropriately cuddle-macking Svetlana is uberdouche precisely because of douche face. Even devoid of doucheface, Charles Von Cankersore retains a high degree of smelly poo. I expunge you with every ounce of my soul, my shmeg, and my spirit. And you are certainly not invited to my next birthday party.