At least that isn’t what I use it for.  And if you think it is and send me messages like these, be prepared for mockery.

Here’s a tip just for you, Paul: go to a yoga class.  Chicks love them.  And it seems like the kind of ladies you are looking for probably don’t love messages on MySpace that sound like personal ads.

And I know you’re not creepy how?  You’re hitting on me over the internet.  For you I suggest lots of porn until you can get up the nerve to head to the bar and hit on some drunk chick that you might get lucky with if her beer goggles have gotten thick enough.  (Sorry, Cory, if you actually are cute, I wouldn’t know.  I deleted your message and blocked you after I took this screenshot.)

You’re right.  I can’t think of anything worse to do than write you back.  You don’t have a ‘firstname’ and you wished me Merry Christmas in June.

Uhhhhhhhhhhh… really?  Is that really appropriate?

Bet you don’t think I’m so nice anymore, Leo.  That’s because I’m not.  I’m a bitch.  And I eat boys like you for breakfast.  With syrup.

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