Would a man purposely text you and then don't respond if you replied back?

Depends on the particular guy I'd guess.

If your previous posting history didn't match up so predictably and precisely, I might believe you.

Seriously, your story has truly touched my heart; never before have I come across anybody with more troubles than you have, and I thought living in my Mom’s basement was bad!

Please accept my deepest sympathy and in an effort to cheer you up…

I have a bag of Krispy Kreme doughnuts and if you can guess how many there are, you can have them both.

Awsome but I am watching my calories

You made me laugh out loud.

Lisa
Haven’t you learned that men and women have different attitudes and use practices of texts?

Most men ignore texts and don't know how to communicate using text messages. So stop hanging on every word in a text messages from the men you hang with.

I'll come over after gym, take the bag and give you one to put on your head. Then I'll eat the other donut and put the bag on my head. Although there's no light in the basement we can't be too careful in case one of the bags falls off. That's a two-bagger trick and treat.

Oh I hear that Lisa, when I went over 300 pounds I promised that by the 200th anniversary of the assassination of President Lincoln I would stop ordering hotdogs as toppings on my jumbo pizzas.

Hiya Glitter, yeah, I get that reaction a lot when my pants come off!


EEEk! There is nothing wrong with my eyes, I was referring to my cataphract not a cataract.

Oh fer sure a two-bagger is a swell treat, butt I was hoping to go all the way to home base… so I can connect to your IEEE 802.11x.

Should you ever find yourself at Mount Te’urafa’atiu do hit me up despite any possible widespread opprobrium from Jehovah's Witnesses.

BTW who is this Jim and why does he come first?

I love it when you use the French tongue, beau mont.

It reminds moi of the difference between a cliché and that other cli , nothing: they both roll off the tongue so easily lemme give ya the tip.

A sac of la' goon should see our tryst lit up if not hit up.

Although given you're over 300 pounds I shall find it difficult to differentiate you from all the other sturdy youth and wonder whether you'll take French franc instead.

And as to your eyesight, au revoir.

Mersa bo coub Monseur..
Parlee vu Fransay?

Oh là là! Quel choc cela me fait! Although I just love it when you talk ‘vertical transhumance’ as it implies movement between higher pastures and lower valleys, and iffin’ I woz to major in astrophysics with a minor in astronomy, I wood know the difference between Venus and Uranus.

But to now mention Frank just as we were about to reach the summit, oh là là, ça me saoûle!


Hey Lightfoot, two outta three ain’t bad, pero yo no comprendo (what I assume is your mother tongue in Australia) and as I was voted second only in intelleck to Winnie-the-Pooh. Por favor, habla the dominant lingua francas of Omicron Persei VIII. Muchas grassyass.

Inscrutable of you to avoid your Chinese argot, 卷舌 (Juǎn Shé), meaning Rolled Tongue, to refer to the asterism consisting of Omicron Persei, Nu Persei, Epsilon Persei, Xi Persei, Zeta Persei and 40 Persei, Omicron Persei being 卷舌五 (Juǎn Shé wu), "the Fifth Star of Rolled Tongue" and eight minus five the trinity.

And the plaintive mewl, "A purse, a purse, my stars where's my purse", a purse that no-one ever saw open, still containing my playlunch money and other assorted parsimony: in that far distant futurama where I invested 93 cents for 1,000 years @ 2 in a quarter% for the $4.3billion riyal dollars.

The answer to the original question is buried here my treasure:

Tryssy's French and Spanish are inextinguishable to me, all Greek and warmly received at the traditional naked Maori gymnasia.

God'speed to you and Tryssy, hail fellows well met I say, it looks like rain.

IDK man, sounds like I need some work on my southern accent, ain’t nobody get'n it.
Why is there something anyway.

Carry on

There is an old Chinese saying which I forget, but is on the tip of my tongue.

The last time I read the words; ‘Hail fellow well met’ was in, Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham – fact and fiction idubitably intertwined. However I recommend On a Chinese Screen for a taste of another world.

In that far distant futurama I will start my quest in Triangulum before setting sail into the blue for Perseus and thus the oracle may be fulfilled in the Milky Way.

Salud Pb 12 inches, I sure ain’t get’n it; you ask a question and don’t end the sentence with a question mark - Sacré bleu!

A discombobulating oxymoron, nevertheless I know something, and that is that I know nothing… except my diet is at a fork in the road – and I mustn’t use it to eat roadkill.

Have a nice day.

And Happy Trails to you Try.