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Dad, Weird, and Cake: So my dad got me a cake for my bday, and I have this weird feeling he knows, as he keeps making weird comments then suddenly comes out with this...? My cake says trans rights.
Dad, Weird, and Cake: So my dad got me a cake for my bday, and I have this weird feeling he knows, as he keeps making weird comments then suddenly comes out with this...? My cake says trans rights.

So my dad got me a cake for my bday, and I have this weird feeling he knows, as he keeps making weird comments then suddenly comes out with ...

Being Alone, Beautiful, and Creepy: app allowed me to change my number at will, essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was a good idea since she might think it's just one of her friends messing with her and block it right away. This would grant me the ability to remain a complete enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to < 13 hrs . I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the street from my house. A little less than a week ago, I noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a pending order of protection, we'll say is named Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw her. I immediately went home and scoured the stick to that. My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of your graduation you posted. You're beautiful." Later that day while l was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot I sent her another text that said, "I can see you right now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had texted her over three hundred times in just a few days. She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all messages contained text, some were just pictures of her that I took while she was at work to let her know internet to find out more information about her. I figured this way I'd be able to learn her interests and engage her in conversation regarding them. Tremember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame that I was actually there. how name tags don't include last names. All I had to go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most women are scared to give out their number to a stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy, but if someone asked you out on a date after looking you up and learning your phone number without you having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of that person since they already know your personal info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of thinking, anyway. Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to Michelle while she was at the counter and told her that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy! Marco, this is the guy!" Marco is her manager. He jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me The police said that the detainment was lawful, which meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The police also told me that she's filing for an order of protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's. Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her all the time is something to call the police over, then she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After spending some time thinking about it, I realized that he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself that it's not you, it's them After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to do something romantic that would build up to me asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let me text her without revealing my actual number. The app allowed me to chanae mv number at will Girls who don’t appreciate stalkers just aren’t worth it
Being Alone, Beautiful, and Creepy: app allowed me to change my number at will,
 essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was
 a good idea since she might think it's just one of her
 friends messing with her and block it right away. This
 would grant me the ability to remain a complete
 enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text
 her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too
 excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to
 <
 13 hrs .
 I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the
 street from my house. A little less than a week ago, I
 noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair
 skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a
 pending order of protection, we'll say is named
 Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw
 her. I immediately went home and scoured the
 stick to that.
 My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of
 your graduation you posted. You're beautiful." Later
 that day while l was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot I
 sent her another text that said, "I can see you right
 now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had
 texted her over three hundred times in just a few days.
 She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all
 messages contained text, some were just pictures of
 her that I took while she was at work to let her know
 internet to find out more information about her. I
 figured this way I'd be able to learn her interests and
 engage her in conversation regarding them.
 Tremember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame that I was actually there.
 how name tags don't include last names. All I had to
 go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to
 Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was
 able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I
 realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was
 visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most
 women are scared to give out their number to a
 stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy,
 but if someone asked you out on a date after looking
 you up and learning your phone number without you
 having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of
 that person since they already know your personal
 info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of
 thinking, anyway.
 Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at
 all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday
 was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask
 her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to
 Michelle while she was at the counter and told her
 that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed
 she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy!
 Marco, this is the guy!" Marco is her manager. He
 jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me
 while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm
 hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me
 The police said that the detainment was lawful, which
 meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting
 the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to
 almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd
 take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The
 police also told me that she's filing for an order of
 protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's.
 Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember
 that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If
 she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her
 all the time is something to call the police over, then
 she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After
 spending some time thinking about it, I realized that
 he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself
 that it's not you, it's them
 After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to
 do something romantic that would build up to me
 asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let
 me text her without revealing my actual number. The
 app allowed me to chanae mv number at will
Girls who don’t appreciate stalkers just aren’t worth it

Girls who don’t appreciate stalkers just aren’t worth it

Being Alone, Beautiful, and Creepy: app allowed me to change my number at will, essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was a good idea since she might think it's just one of her friends messing with her and block it right away. This would grant me the ability to remain a complete enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to stick to that. 13 hrs I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the street from my house. A little less than a week ago, I noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a pending order of protection, we'll say is named Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw her. I immediately went home and scoured the My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of your graduation you posted. You're beautiful." Later that day while I was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot I sent her another text that said, "I can see you right now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had texted her over three hundred times in just a few days. She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all messages contained text, some were just pictures of her that I took while she was at work to let her know internet to find out more information about her. I figured this way l'd be able to learn her interests and engage her in conversation regarding them. that I was actually there. I remember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame how name tags don't include last names. All I had to go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most women are scared to give out their number to a stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy, but if someone asked you out on a date after looking you up and learning your phone number without you having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of that person since they already know your personal info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of thinking, anyway Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to Michelle while she was at the counter and told her that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed as she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy! Marco, this is the guy!" Marco jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me her manager. He The police said that the detainment was lawful, which meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The police also told me that she's filing for an order of protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her all the time is something to call the police over, then she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After spending some time thinking about it, I realized that he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself that it's not you, it's them After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to do something romantic that would build up to me asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let me text her without revealing my actual number. The app allowed me to change mv number at will, Thos dude stalked his m'lady and is upset when she called the cops.
Being Alone, Beautiful, and Creepy: app allowed me to change my number at will,
 essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was
 a good idea since she might think it's just one of her
 friends messing with her and block it right away. This
 would grant me the ability to remain a complete
 enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text
 her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too
 excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to
 stick to that.
 13 hrs
 I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the
 street from my house. A little less than a week ago, I
 noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair
 skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a
 pending order of protection, we'll say is named
 Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw
 her. I immediately went home and scoured the
 My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of
 your graduation you posted. You're beautiful." Later
 that day while I was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot I
 sent her another text that said, "I can see you right
 now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had
 texted her over three hundred times in just a few days.
 She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all
 messages contained text, some were just pictures of
 her that I took while she was at work to let her know
 internet to find out more information about her. I
 figured this way l'd be able to learn her interests and
 engage her in conversation regarding them.
 that I was actually there.
 I remember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame
 how name tags don't include last names. All I had to
 go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to
 Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was
 able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I
 realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was
 visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most
 women are scared to give out their number to a
 stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy,
 but if someone asked you out on a date after looking
 you up and learning your phone number without you
 having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of
 that person since they already know your personal
 info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of
 thinking, anyway
 Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at
 all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday
 was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask
 her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to
 Michelle while she was at the counter and told her
 that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed
 as she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy!
 Marco, this is the guy!" Marco
 jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me
 while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm
 hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me
 her manager. He
 The police said that the detainment was lawful, which
 meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting
 the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to
 almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd
 take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The
 police also told me that she's filing for an order of
 protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's
 Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember
 that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If
 she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her
 all the time is something to call the police over, then
 she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After
 spending some time thinking about it, I realized that
 he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself
 that it's not you, it's them
 After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to
 do something romantic that would build up to me
 asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let
 me text her without revealing my actual number. The
 app allowed me to change mv number at will,
Thos dude stalked his m'lady and is upset when she called the cops.

Thos dude stalked his m'lady and is upset when she called the cops.

Being Alone, Apparently, and Beautiful: app allowed me to change my number at will, essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was a good idea since she might think it's just one of her friends messing with her and block it right away. This would grant me the ability to remain a complete enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to stick to that. 13 hrs I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the street from my house. A little less than a week ago, I noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a pending order of protection, we'll say is named Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw her. I immediately went home and scoured the My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of your graduation you posted. You're beautiful." Later that day while I was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot I sent her another text that said, "I can see you right now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had texted her over three hundred times in just a few days. She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all messages contained text, some were just pictures of her that I took while she was at work to let her know internet to find out more information about her. I figured this way l'd be able to learn her interests and engage her in conversation regarding them. that I was actually there. I remember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame how name tags don't include last names. All I had to go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most women are scared to give out their number to a stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy, but if someone asked you out on a date after looking you up and learning your phone number without you having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of that person since they already know your personal info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of thinking, anyway Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to Michelle while she was at the counter and told her that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed as she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy! Marco, this is the guy!" Marco jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me her manager. He The police said that the detainment was lawful, which meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The police also told me that she's filing for an order of protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her all the time is something to call the police over, then she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After spending some time thinking about it, I realized that he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself that it's not you, it's them After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to do something romantic that would build up to me asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let me text her without revealing my actual number. The app allowed me to change mv number at will, If a woman doesn't go out with you after you stalked her.....apparently she's in the wrong!
Being Alone, Apparently, and Beautiful: app allowed me to change my number at will,
 essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was
 a good idea since she might think it's just one of her
 friends messing with her and block it right away. This
 would grant me the ability to remain a complete
 enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text
 her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too
 excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to
 stick to that.
 13 hrs
 I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the
 street from my house. A little less than a week ago, I
 noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair
 skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a
 pending order of protection, we'll say is named
 Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw
 her. I immediately went home and scoured the
 My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of
 your graduation you posted. You're beautiful." Later
 that day while I was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot I
 sent her another text that said, "I can see you right
 now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had
 texted her over three hundred times in just a few days.
 She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all
 messages contained text, some were just pictures of
 her that I took while she was at work to let her know
 internet to find out more information about her. I
 figured this way l'd be able to learn her interests and
 engage her in conversation regarding them.
 that I was actually there.
 I remember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame
 how name tags don't include last names. All I had to
 go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to
 Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was
 able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I
 realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was
 visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most
 women are scared to give out their number to a
 stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy,
 but if someone asked you out on a date after looking
 you up and learning your phone number without you
 having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of
 that person since they already know your personal
 info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of
 thinking, anyway
 Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at
 all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday
 was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask
 her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to
 Michelle while she was at the counter and told her
 that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed
 as she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy!
 Marco, this is the guy!" Marco
 jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me
 while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm
 hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me
 her manager. He
 The police said that the detainment was lawful, which
 meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting
 the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to
 almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd
 take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The
 police also told me that she's filing for an order of
 protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's
 Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember
 that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If
 she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her
 all the time is something to call the police over, then
 she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After
 spending some time thinking about it, I realized that
 he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself
 that it's not you, it's them
 After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to
 do something romantic that would build up to me
 asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let
 me text her without revealing my actual number. The
 app allowed me to change mv number at will,
If a woman doesn't go out with you after you stalked her.....apparently she's in the wrong!

If a woman doesn't go out with you after you stalked her.....apparently she's in the wrong!

Animals, Comfortable, and Dogs: 4 hours agO Admin delete if not allowed Our family has been relocated to a Holiday Inn Express hotel in Marysville while they Apartments. We have been here huge remodel our since July 22nd , It has been a inconvenience however we couldn't have asked for a better Hotel, The staff is truly amazing here. On Sunday August 18th I had to put my companion dog of 8 years Kitt-e down, When I came back to the room after such a painful experience I found flowers, a card, personalized letter and a copy of the Rainbow Bridge. The hotel staff went above and beyond. I will never forget the service that we receiving here and highly them to anybody and everybody recommend are Dear family, that it Pets are such a wonderful addition to our families, they are is never easy when we have to let them go. All of us here at the front desk have furry family members of one type or another and are saddened by and sorry for your loss. Though it is never easy when we lose a pet, rest assured that no matter your beliefs, ALL dogs DO go to heaven and when your time arrives many years down the road, Kitty will be there waiting for you! we are sorry for your Loss. Thoughtful regards from Greta Rainbow Bridge Mathew ust this side of heaven is a blace called Rainboa Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone Rere, that pet goes to Rainbos Bridge, There are meadotis and ils for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, aater and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable Jasmin Ed All the animals aho had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those awho were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. Jessie Jean They all run and play together, but the day comes chen one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group. flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. Malleny Melisso Hotel Staff Honors Fallen Kitty
Animals, Comfortable, and Dogs: 4 hours agO
 Admin delete if not allowed
 Our family has been relocated to a Holiday
 Inn Express hotel in Marysville while they
 Apartments. We have been here
 huge
 remodel our
 since July 22nd , It has been a
 inconvenience however we couldn't have asked
 for a better Hotel, The staff is truly amazing
 here. On Sunday August 18th I had to put my
 companion dog of 8 years Kitt-e down, When I
 came back to the room after such a
 painful
 experience I found flowers, a card,
 personalized letter and a copy of the Rainbow
 Bridge. The hotel staff went above and
 beyond. I will never forget the service that we
 receiving here and highly
 them to anybody and everybody
 recommend
 are
 Dear
 family, that it
 Pets are such a wonderful addition to our families, they are
 is never easy when we have to let them go.
 All of us here at the front desk have furry family members of one type or
 another and are saddened by and sorry for your loss.
 Though it is never easy when we lose a pet, rest assured that no matter
 your beliefs, ALL dogs DO go to heaven and when your time arrives many
 years down the road, Kitty will be there waiting for you!
 we are sorry for your Loss.
 Thoughtful regards from
 Greta
 Rainbow Bridge
 Mathew
 ust this side of heaven is a blace called Rainboa Bridge.
 When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone
 Rere, that pet goes to Rainbos Bridge, There are meadotis and
 ils for all of our special friends so they can run and play
 together. There is plenty of food, aater and sunshine, and our
 friends are warm and comfortable
 Jasmin
 Ed
 All the animals aho had been ill and old are restored to health
 and vigor. Those awho were hurt or maimed are made whole and
 strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days
 and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except
 for one small thing: they each miss someone very special to
 them, who had to be left behind.
 Jessie
 Jean
 They all run and play together, but the day comes chen one
 suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are
 intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from
 the group. flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him
 faster and faster.
 Malleny
 Melisso
Hotel Staff Honors Fallen Kitty

Hotel Staff Honors Fallen Kitty

Animals, Beautiful, and Comfortable: 4 hours agO Admin delete if not allowed Our family has been relocated to a Holiday Inn Express hotel in Marysville while they Apartments. We have been here huge remodel our since July 22nd , It has been a inconvenience however we couldn't have asked for a better Hotel, The staff is truly amazing here. On Sunday August 18th I had to put my companion dog of 8 years Kitt-e down, When I came back to the room after such a painful experience I found flowers, a card, personalized letter and a copy of the Rainbow Bridge. The hotel staff went above and beyond. I will never forget the service that we receiving here and highly them to anybody and everybody recommend are Dear family, that it Pets are such a wonderful addition to our families, they are is never easy when we have to let them go. All of us here at the front desk have furry family members of one type or another and are saddened by and sorry for your loss. Though it is never easy when we lose a pet, rest assured that no matter your beliefs, ALL dogs DO go to heaven and when your time arrives many years down the road, Kitty will be there waiting for you! we are sorry for your Loss. Thoughtful regards from Greta Rainbow Bridge Mathew ust this side of heaven is a blace called Rainboa Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone Rere, that pet goes to Rainbos Bridge, There are meadotis and ils for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, aater and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable Jasmin Ed All the animals aho had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those awho were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. Jessie Jean They all run and play together, but the day comes chen one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group. flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. Malleny Melisso A beautiful story from a local community page
Animals, Beautiful, and Comfortable: 4 hours agO
 Admin delete if not allowed
 Our family has been relocated to a Holiday
 Inn Express hotel in Marysville while they
 Apartments. We have been here
 huge
 remodel our
 since July 22nd , It has been a
 inconvenience however we couldn't have asked
 for a better Hotel, The staff is truly amazing
 here. On Sunday August 18th I had to put my
 companion dog of 8 years Kitt-e down, When I
 came back to the room after such a
 painful
 experience I found flowers, a card,
 personalized letter and a copy of the Rainbow
 Bridge. The hotel staff went above and
 beyond. I will never forget the service that we
 receiving here and highly
 them to anybody and everybody
 recommend
 are
 Dear
 family, that it
 Pets are such a wonderful addition to our families, they are
 is never easy when we have to let them go.
 All of us here at the front desk have furry family members of one type or
 another and are saddened by and sorry for your loss.
 Though it is never easy when we lose a pet, rest assured that no matter
 your beliefs, ALL dogs DO go to heaven and when your time arrives many
 years down the road, Kitty will be there waiting for you!
 we are sorry for your Loss.
 Thoughtful regards from
 Greta
 Rainbow Bridge
 Mathew
 ust this side of heaven is a blace called Rainboa Bridge.
 When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone
 Rere, that pet goes to Rainbos Bridge, There are meadotis and
 ils for all of our special friends so they can run and play
 together. There is plenty of food, aater and sunshine, and our
 friends are warm and comfortable
 Jasmin
 Ed
 All the animals aho had been ill and old are restored to health
 and vigor. Those awho were hurt or maimed are made whole and
 strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days
 and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except
 for one small thing: they each miss someone very special to
 them, who had to be left behind.
 Jessie
 Jean
 They all run and play together, but the day comes chen one
 suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are
 intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from
 the group. flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him
 faster and faster.
 Malleny
 Melisso
A beautiful story from a local community page

A beautiful story from a local community page

Ass, Confidence, and Drinking: T-Mobile 4:55 PM 59% Comments Done I was on a womans floor in the towers at umass amherst this one time, now normally id be ok with this but i woke up next to the girl i was with at like 9:30am after a hard night of drinking and i grabbed a water bottle out of the case... This is when shit hit the fan. So i open this SEALED WATER BOTTLE and take a nice big gulp and its FUCKING MOUTHWASH! Now I'm naked and hungover and just drank used mouthwash.... So i run out of her room and I'm running down this hallway of what i didn't notice was all women, looking for the bathroom to throw up.... I finally get to it run in and go to the first toilet i see failing to notice there are no urinals..... Now im bare ass naked laying on the floor in the womans bathroom when all of a sudden i start to notice female voices and the showers are running and there's no door on the stall im in either..... Now im starting to panic but as i get ready to make my mad dash back to the woman's room i was there for another girl walks in and stares right at me, at this point in my life i had an insane body but my confidence was in the shitte.... So all that came out of my mouth was "Hi". This girl without even hesitating drops her pants and fucks me right there.... The next three nights of my life i had more sex than humanly conceivable because word got around about me and suddenly i was cool for the first time in my life. I fucking love umass. Like Reply 3w Weird flex, but ok Like Reply 3W wasn't a flex was a true story triggered by the post. Damn girl you mean. Like Reply 3W Write a reply... YOU FON Like Reply 3w e careful, we are in the co ed dorm Like Reply 3w 2 Replies Write a comment... GIF A comment made on a post on a Facebook meme page
Ass, Confidence, and Drinking: T-Mobile
 4:55 PM
 59%
 Comments
 Done
 I was on a womans floor in the towers at
 umass amherst this one time, now normally
 id be ok with this but i woke up next to the
 girl i was with at like 9:30am after a hard
 night of drinking and i grabbed a water
 bottle out of the case... This is when shit
 hit the fan. So i open this SEALED WATER
 BOTTLE and take a nice big gulp and its
 FUCKING MOUTHWASH! Now I'm naked
 and hungover and just drank used
 mouthwash.... So i run out of her room and
 I'm running down this hallway of what i
 didn't notice was all women, looking for the
 bathroom to throw up.... I finally get to it run
 in and go to the first toilet i see failing to
 notice there are no urinals..... Now im bare
 ass naked laying on the floor in the womans
 bathroom when all of a sudden i start to
 notice female voices and the showers are
 running and there's no door on the stall im
 in either..... Now im starting to panic but as i
 get ready to make my mad dash back to the
 woman's room i was there for another girl
 walks in and stares right at me, at this point
 in my life i had an insane body but my
 confidence was in the shitte.... So all that
 came out of my mouth was "Hi". This
 girl without even hesitating drops her pants
 and fucks me right there.... The next three
 nights of my life i had more sex than
 humanly conceivable because word got
 around about me and suddenly i was cool
 for the first time in my life. I fucking love
 umass.
 Like Reply
 3w
 Weird flex, but ok
 Like Reply
 3W
 wasn't a flex was a true
 story triggered by the post. Damn girl
 you mean.
 Like Reply
 3W
 Write a reply...
 YOU FON
 Like Reply
 3w
 e careful, we are
 in the co ed dorm
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 3w
 2 Replies
 Write a comment...
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Being Alone, Beautiful, and Creepy: app allowed me to change my number at will, essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was a good idea since she might think it's just one of her friends messing with her and block it right away. This would grant me the ability to remain a complete enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to < 13 hrs . I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the street from my house. A little less than a week ago, I noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a pending order of protection, we'll say is named Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw her. I immediately went home and scoured the stick to that. My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of your graduation you posted. You're beautiful." Later that day while l was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot I sent her another text that said, "I can see you right now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had texted her over three hundred times in just a few days. She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all messages contained text, some were just pictures of her that I took while she was at work to let her know internet to find out more information about her. I figured this way I'd be able to learn her interests and engage her in conversation regarding them. Tremember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame that I was actually there. how name tags don't include last names. All I had to go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most women are scared to give out their number to a stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy, but if someone asked you out on a date after looking you up and learning your phone number without you having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of that person since they already know your personal info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of thinking, anyway. Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to Michelle while she was at the counter and told her that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy! Marco, this is the guy!" Marco is her manager. He jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me The police said that the detainment was lawful, which meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The police also told me that she's filing for an order of protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's. Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her all the time is something to call the police over, then she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After spending some time thinking about it, I realized that he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself that it's not you, it's them After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to do something romantic that would build up to me asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let me text her without revealing my actual number. The app allowed me to chanae mv number at will It's always them, never you!
Being Alone, Beautiful, and Creepy: app allowed me to change my number at will,
 essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was
 a good idea since she might think it's just one of her
 friends messing with her and block it right away. This
 would grant me the ability to remain a complete
 enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text
 her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too
 excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to
 <
 13 hrs .
 I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the
 street from my house. A little less than a week ago, I
 noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair
 skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a
 pending order of protection, we'll say is named
 Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw
 her. I immediately went home and scoured the
 stick to that.
 My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of
 your graduation you posted. You're beautiful." Later
 that day while l was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot I
 sent her another text that said, "I can see you right
 now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had
 texted her over three hundred times in just a few days.
 She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all
 messages contained text, some were just pictures of
 her that I took while she was at work to let her know
 internet to find out more information about her. I
 figured this way I'd be able to learn her interests and
 engage her in conversation regarding them.
 Tremember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame that I was actually there.
 how name tags don't include last names. All I had to
 go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to
 Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was
 able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I
 realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was
 visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most
 women are scared to give out their number to a
 stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy,
 but if someone asked you out on a date after looking
 you up and learning your phone number without you
 having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of
 that person since they already know your personal
 info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of
 thinking, anyway.
 Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at
 all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday
 was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask
 her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to
 Michelle while she was at the counter and told her
 that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed
 she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy!
 Marco, this is the guy!" Marco is her manager. He
 jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me
 while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm
 hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me
 The police said that the detainment was lawful, which
 meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting
 the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to
 almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd
 take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The
 police also told me that she's filing for an order of
 protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's.
 Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember
 that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If
 she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her
 all the time is something to call the police over, then
 she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After
 spending some time thinking about it, I realized that
 he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself
 that it's not you, it's them
 After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to
 do something romantic that would build up to me
 asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let
 me text her without revealing my actual number. The
 app allowed me to chanae mv number at will
It's always them, never you!

It's always them, never you!

Being Alone, Beautiful, and Creepy: app allowed me to change my number at will, essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was a good idea since she might think it's just one of her friends messing with her and block it right away. This would grant me the ability to remain a complete enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to < 13 hrs . I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the street from my house. A little less than a week ago, I noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a pending order of protection, we'll say is named Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw her. I immediately went home and scoured the stick to that. My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of your graduation you posted. You're beautiful." Later that day while l was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot I sent her another text that said, "I can see you right now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had texted her over three hundred times in just a few days. She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all messages contained text, some were just pictures of her that I took while she was at work to let her know internet to find out more information about her. I figured this way I'd be able to learn her interests and engage her in conversation regarding them. Tremember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame that I was actually there. how name tags don't include last names. All I had to go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most women are scared to give out their number to a stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy, but if someone asked you out on a date after looking you up and learning your phone number without you having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of that person since they already know your personal info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of thinking, anyway. Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to Michelle while she was at the counter and told her that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy! Marco, this is the guy!" Marco is her manager. He jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me The police said that the detainment was lawful, which meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The police also told me that she's filing for an order of protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's. Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her all the time is something to call the police over, then she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After spending some time thinking about it, I realized that he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself that it's not you, it's them After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to do something romantic that would build up to me asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let me text her without revealing my actual number. The app allowed me to chanae mv number at will I don’t even have words
Being Alone, Beautiful, and Creepy: app allowed me to change my number at will,
 essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was
 a good idea since she might think it's just one of her
 friends messing with her and block it right away. This
 would grant me the ability to remain a complete
 enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text
 her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too
 excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to
 <
 13 hrs .
 I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the
 street from my house. A little less than a week ago, I
 noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair
 skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a
 pending order of protection, we'll say is named
 Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw
 her. I immediately went home and scoured the
 stick to that.
 My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of
 your graduation you posted. You're beautiful." Later
 that day while l was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot I
 sent her another text that said, "I can see you right
 now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had
 texted her over three hundred times in just a few days.
 She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all
 messages contained text, some were just pictures of
 her that I took while she was at work to let her know
 internet to find out more information about her. I
 figured this way I'd be able to learn her interests and
 engage her in conversation regarding them.
 Tremember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame that I was actually there.
 how name tags don't include last names. All I had to
 go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to
 Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was
 able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I
 realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was
 visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most
 women are scared to give out their number to a
 stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy,
 but if someone asked you out on a date after looking
 you up and learning your phone number without you
 having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of
 that person since they already know your personal
 info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of
 thinking, anyway.
 Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at
 all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday
 was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask
 her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to
 Michelle while she was at the counter and told her
 that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed
 she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy!
 Marco, this is the guy!" Marco is her manager. He
 jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me
 while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm
 hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me
 The police said that the detainment was lawful, which
 meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting
 the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to
 almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd
 take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The
 police also told me that she's filing for an order of
 protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's.
 Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember
 that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If
 she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her
 all the time is something to call the police over, then
 she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After
 spending some time thinking about it, I realized that
 he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself
 that it's not you, it's them
 After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to
 do something romantic that would build up to me
 asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let
 me text her without revealing my actual number. The
 app allowed me to chanae mv number at will
I don’t even have words

I don’t even have words

Boobies, Books, and Girls: adey are engaged. And for a moment she felt what she And ever expected to feel again-jealousy. For he, her ucand felt it too-Minta's glow; he liked these girls, f golden-reddish girls, with something flying, some- halng a little wild and harum-scarum about them, who it with that moment on the tennis lawn, when solidity suddenly vanished, and such vast spaces lay between them; and now the same effect was got by the many candles in the sparely furnished room, and the uncur. tained windows, and the bright mask-like look of faces seen by candlelight. Some weight was taken off them anything might happen, she telt. They must come now. Mrs. Ramsay thought, looking at the door, and at that instant, Minta Doyle, Paul Rayley, and a maid carrying a great dish in her hands came in together. They were awfully late; they were horribly late, Minta said, as they found their way to different ends of the table. "I lost my brooch-my grandmother's brooch," said Minta with a sound of lamentation in her voice, and a suffusion in her large brown eyes, looking down, look- ing up, as she sat by Mr. Ramsay, which roused his chivalry itwhich she herself had not, some lustre, some richness, atracted him, amused him, led him to make fa- erites of girls like Minta. They might cut his hair him plait him watch-chains, or interrupt him at SPork, hailing him (she heard them), "Come along, Mc Ramsay; it's our turn to beat them now," and out be came to play tennis. But indeed she was not jealous, only, now and then, wben she made herself look in her glass a little resentful thar she had grown old, perhaps, by her own fault. (The all for the greenhouse and all the rest of it.) She was ratcful to them for laughing at him. ("How many Pipes have you smoked today, Mr. Ramsay?" and so on), aill he seemed a young man; a man very attractive to WOmen, not burdened, not weighed down with the great- ness of his labours and the sorrows of the world and his fame or his failure, but again al,gaunt but gallant; helping her out of a boat, she Temembered; with delightful ways, like that (she looked Aim, and he looked astonishingly young, teasing a). For herself"Put it down there," she said, help- the Swiss girl to place gently before her the huge pot in which was the Boceuf en Daube-for her part she liked her boobies. Paul must sit by her. She d kept a place for him. Really, she sometimes thought he liked the boobies best. They did not bother one with Er dissertations How much th missed, after all, these very clever men! How dri to be sure. There was someth n, very charming about int scrape their hair off," weren't, as he said about por Laily Briscoe, ". . . skimpy." There was some qual- 33 so that he bantered her. How could she be such a goose, he asked, as to SCcramble about the rocks in jewels? She was by way of being terrified of him-he was so fearfully clever, and the first night when she had sat by him, and he talked about George Eliot, she had been Teally frightened, for she had left the third volume of Middlemarch in the train and she never knew what as she had first known happened in the end; but afterwards she got on per tectly, and made herself out even more ignorant tha she was, because he liked telling her she was a fool. And tonight, directly he laughed at her, she was not fright- ened. Besides, she knew, directly she came into the room SO that the miracle had happened; she wore her golden haze. Sometimes she had it; sometimes not. She never knew why it came or she came into the room and then she knew instantly by why it went, or if she had it until the way some man looked at her. Yes, tonight she had it, told her not to be a fool. She sat beside him, smiling. tremendously; she knew that by the way Mr. Ramsay t must have happened then, thought Mrs. Ramsay ey did become, hought as he sat manners were de- 98 How many of you hold books like DIO while reading?
Boobies, Books, and Girls: adey are engaged. And for a moment she felt what she
 And ever expected to feel again-jealousy. For he, her
 ucand felt it too-Minta's glow; he liked these girls,
 f golden-reddish girls, with something flying, some-
 halng a little wild and harum-scarum about them, who
 it with that moment on the tennis lawn, when solidity
 suddenly vanished, and such vast spaces lay between
 them; and now the same effect was got by the many
 candles in the sparely furnished room, and the uncur.
 tained windows, and the bright mask-like look of faces
 seen by candlelight. Some weight was taken off them
 anything might happen, she telt. They must come now.
 Mrs. Ramsay thought, looking at the door, and at that
 instant, Minta Doyle, Paul Rayley, and a maid carrying
 a great dish in her hands came in together. They were
 awfully late; they were horribly late, Minta said, as they
 found their way to different ends of the table.
 "I lost my brooch-my grandmother's brooch," said
 Minta with a sound of lamentation in her voice, and a
 suffusion in her large brown eyes, looking down, look-
 ing up, as she sat by Mr. Ramsay, which roused his
 chivalry
 itwhich she herself had not, some lustre, some richness,
 atracted him, amused him, led him to make fa-
 erites of girls like Minta. They might cut his hair
 him plait him watch-chains, or interrupt him at
 SPork, hailing him (she heard them), "Come along,
 Mc Ramsay; it's our turn to beat them now," and out
 be came to play tennis.
 But indeed she was not jealous, only, now and then,
 wben she made herself look in her glass a little resentful
 thar she had grown old, perhaps, by her own fault. (The
 all for the greenhouse and all the rest of it.) She was
 ratcful to them for laughing at him. ("How many
 Pipes have you smoked today, Mr. Ramsay?" and so on),
 aill he seemed a young man; a man very attractive to
 WOmen, not burdened, not weighed down with the great-
 ness of his labours and the sorrows of the world and his
 fame or his failure, but again
 al,gaunt but gallant; helping her out of a boat, she
 Temembered; with delightful ways, like that (she looked
 Aim, and he looked astonishingly young, teasing
 a). For herself"Put it down there," she said, help-
 the Swiss girl to place gently before her the huge
 pot in which was the Boceuf en Daube-for her
 part she liked her boobies. Paul must sit by her. She
 d kept a place for him. Really, she sometimes thought
 he liked the boobies best. They did not bother one with
 Er dissertations How much th missed, after all,
 these very clever men! How dri
 to be sure. There was someth
 n, very charming about
 int scrape their hair off," weren't, as he said about
 por Laily Briscoe, ". . . skimpy." There was some qual-
 33
 so that he bantered her.
 How could she be such a goose, he asked, as to
 SCcramble about the rocks in jewels?
 She was by way of being terrified of him-he was so
 fearfully clever, and the first night when she had sat by
 him, and he talked about George Eliot, she had been
 Teally frightened, for she had left the third volume of
 Middlemarch in the train and she never knew what
 as she had first known
 happened in the end; but afterwards she got on per
 tectly, and made herself out even more ignorant tha
 she was, because he liked telling her she was a fool. And
 tonight, directly he laughed at her, she was not fright-
 ened. Besides, she knew, directly she came into the room
 SO
 that the miracle had happened; she wore her golden
 haze. Sometimes she had it; sometimes not. She never
 knew why it came or
 she came into the room and then she knew instantly by
 why it went, or if she had it until
 the way some man looked at her. Yes, tonight she had it,
 told her not to be a fool. She sat beside him, smiling.
 tremendously; she knew that by the way Mr. Ramsay
 t must have happened then, thought Mrs. Ramsay
 ey did become,
 hought as he sat
 manners were de-
 98
How many of you hold books like DIO while reading?

How many of you hold books like DIO while reading?

Being Alone, Beautiful, and Creepy: r/insanepeoplefacebook Posted by u/Misiakia 4h i.redd.it I hope this is fake... literal insane person Facebook app allowed me to change my number at will, essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was a good idea since she might think it's just one of her friends messing with her and block it right away. This would grant me the ability to remain a complete enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to stick to that. 13 hrs I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the street from my house. A little less than a week ago, noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a pending order of protection, we'll say is named Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw her. I immediately went home and scoured the My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of your graduation you posted. You 're beautiful." Later that day while I was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot l sent her another text that said, "I can see you right now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had texted her over three hundred times in just a few days. She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all messages contained text, some were just pictures of internet to find out more information about her. I figured this way I'd be able to learn her interests and engage her in conversation regarding them. her that I took while she was at work to let her know that I was actually there. I remember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame how name tags don't include last names. All I had to go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most women are scared to give out their number to a stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy, but if someone asked you out on a date after looking you up and learning your phone number without you having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of that person since they already know your personal info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of thinking, anyway. Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to Michelle while she was at the counter and told her that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed as she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy! Marco, this is the guy!" Marco is her manager. He jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me The police said that the detainment was lawful, which meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The police also told me that she's filing for an order of protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's. Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her all the time is something to call the police over, then she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After spending some time thinking about it, I realized that he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself that it's not you, it's them. After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to do something romantic that would build up to me asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let me text her without revealing my actual number. The app allowed me to chanae mv number at will. t 273 Share 35 SLPT: Stalk a woman you don't know before asking her out.
Being Alone, Beautiful, and Creepy: r/insanepeoplefacebook
 Posted by u/Misiakia 4h i.redd.it
 I hope this is fake... literal insane person
 Facebook
 app allowed me to change my number at will,
 essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was
 a good idea since she might think it's just one of her
 friends messing with her and block it right away. This
 would grant me the ability to remain a complete
 enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text
 her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too
 excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to
 stick to that.
 13 hrs
 I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the
 street from my house. A little less than a week ago,
 noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair
 skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a
 pending order of protection, we'll say is named
 Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw
 her. I immediately went home and scoured the
 My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of
 your graduation you posted. You 're beautiful." Later
 that day while I was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot l
 sent her another text that said, "I can see you right
 now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had
 texted her over three hundred times in just a few days.
 She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all
 messages contained text, some were just pictures of
 internet to find out more information about her. I
 figured this way I'd be able to learn her interests and
 engage her in conversation regarding them.
 her that I took while she was at work to let her know
 that I was actually there.
 I remember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame
 how name tags don't include last names. All I had to
 go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to
 Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was
 able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I
 realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was
 visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most
 women are scared to give out their number to a
 stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy,
 but if someone asked you out on a date after looking
 you up and learning your phone number without you
 having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of
 that person since they already know your personal
 info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of
 thinking, anyway.
 Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at
 all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday
 was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask
 her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to
 Michelle while she was at the counter and told her
 that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed
 as she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy!
 Marco, this is the guy!" Marco is her manager. He
 jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me
 while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm
 hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me
 The police said that the detainment was lawful, which
 meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting
 the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to
 almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd
 take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The
 police also told me that she's filing for an order of
 protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's.
 Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember
 that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If
 she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her
 all the time is something to call the police over, then
 she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After
 spending some time thinking about it, I realized that
 he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself
 that it's not you, it's them.
 After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to
 do something romantic that would build up to me
 asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let
 me text her without revealing my actual number. The
 app allowed me to chanae mv number at will.
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SLPT: Stalk a woman you don't know before asking her out.

SLPT: Stalk a woman you don't know before asking her out.

Phone, Nope, and Thought: Had my phone face down on the table, suddenly it slid off and fell some how straight on the screen, thought it was fine but nope 😔
Phone, Nope, and Thought: Had my phone face down on the table, suddenly it slid off and fell some how straight on the screen, thought it was fine but nope 😔

Had my phone face down on the table, suddenly it slid off and fell some how straight on the screen, thought it was fine but nope 😔

Being Alone, Beautiful, and Creepy: app allowed me to change my number at will, essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was a good idea since she might think it's just one of her friends messing with her and block it right away. This would grant me the ability to remain a complete enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to < 13 hrs . I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the street from my house. A little less than a week ago, I noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a pending order of protection, we'll say is named Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw her. I immediately went home and scoured the stick to that. My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of your graduation you posted. You're beautiful." Later that day while I was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot I sent her another text that said, "I can see you right now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had texted her over three hundred times in just a few days. She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all messages contained text, some were just pictures of her that I took while she was at work to let her know internet to find out more information about her. I figured this way I'd be able to learn her interests and engage her in conversation regarding them. Tremember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame that I was actually there. how name tags don't include last names. All I had to go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most women are scared to give out their number to a stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy, but if someone asked you out on a date after looking you up and learning your phone number without you having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of that person since they already know your personal info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of thinking, anyway. Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to Michelle while she was at the counter and told her that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy! Marco, this is the guy!" Marco is her manager. He jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me The police said that the detainment was lawful, which meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The police also told me that she's filing for an order of protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's. Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her all the time is something to call the police over, then she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After spending some time thinking about it, I realized that he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself that it's not you, it's them After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to do something romantic that would build up to me asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let me text her without revealing my actual number. The app allowed me to chanae mv number at will I hope this is fake... literal insane person Facebook
Being Alone, Beautiful, and Creepy: app allowed me to change my number at will,
 essentially making it unblockable, which I thought was
 a good idea since she might think it's just one of her
 friends messing with her and block it right away. This
 would grant me the ability to remain a complete
 enigma to her. "Once a day," I told myself. "Only text
 her once a day so it isn't creepy." Sadly, I was far too
 excited at the prospect of having my first girlfriend to
 <
 13 hrs .
 I often eat alone at a Wendy's that's just down the
 street from my house. A little less than a week ago, I
 noticed that they hired a new employee. She's a fair
 skinned woman who, for the sake of not violating a
 pending order of protection, we'll say is named
 Michelle. I was fond of her from the moment I first saw
 her. I immediately went home and scoured the
 stick to that.
 My first text to her was simply, "I saw that picture of
 your graduation you posted. You're beautiful." Later
 that day while I was sitting in the Wendy's parking lot I
 sent her another text that said, "I can see you right
 now. One day you'll see me, too." Before I knew it I had
 texted her over three hundred times in just a few days.
 She never once responded to any of them. Still, not all
 messages contained text, some were just pictures of
 her that I took while she was at work to let her know
 internet to find out more information about her. I
 figured this way I'd be able to learn her interests and
 engage her in conversation regarding them.
 Tremember initially thinking to myself that it's a shame that I was actually there.
 how name tags don't include last names. All I had to
 go on was her first name and location, yet thanks to
 Facebook's ability to search by city and state, I was
 able to find her after just a few hours. Once I did I
 realized I hit a goldmine; her phone number was
 visible to everyone, not just Facebook friends. Most
 women are scared to give out their number to a
 stranger because they don't think they're trustworthy,
 but if someone asked you out on a date after looking
 you up and learning your phone number without you
 having to tell them, you'd likely be far more trusting of
 that person since they already know your personal
 info. You'd have nothing to lose. That was my line of
 thinking, anyway.
 Some of you may have noticed that I wasn't online at
 all yesterday. There is good reason for that. Yesterday
 was the day that I met her in person and tried to ask
 her out. It didn't go as planned. I walked up to
 Michelle while she was at the counter and told her
 that I'm her admirer. Her cheerful expression changed
 she suddenly started shouting, "This is the guy!
 Marco, this is the guy!" Marco is her manager. He
 jumped from behind the counter and grabbed me
 while instructing her to call the police. I bit his arm
 hard enough to draw blood, but he did not release me
 The police said that the detainment was lawful, which
 meant that I was to be charged with battery for biting
 the manager in addition to stalking. This amounts to
 almost $500 in fines. Thankfully, father told me he'd
 take care of it since I'm currently unemployed. The
 police also told me that she's filing for an order of
 protection, so I can't return to that specific Wendy's.
 Father told me to keep my chin up and to remember
 that some women just aren't worth it. He said that If
 she thinks having a guy flatter her and think about her
 all the time is something to call the police over, then
 she must be "one of those nutty feminists." After
 spending some time thinking about it, I realized that
 he's right. Sometimes you just have to remind yourself
 that it's not you, it's them
 After obtaining her phone number I figured I'd try to
 do something romantic that would build up to me
 asking her out. I decided to use an app that would let
 me text her without revealing my actual number. The
 app allowed me to chanae mv number at will
I hope this is fake... literal insane person Facebook

I hope this is fake... literal insane person Facebook