having seen several whines about something like this (mainly by peo), here is a thread to list a 'profile' about yourself for other members to rip apart and think of anyone they know that would work for you. example:
I'm not really into these kinds of things. I already tried a Russian Mail-order Bride type thing, and that didn't work. Most were into sissy stuff, like cooking, dancing, and travelling. And then they were all like kind, cheerful, and romantic. And they were looking for men at least 20 years old — sadly, I fall short about 4 years. And then some wanted a husband, on top of wanting a kind, caring, smart, sincere, romantic guy...
And, on top of all that, out of three pages, there was only two of them that didn't look like big, hairy men.
Thousand different paths
So many sterile ends
I chose the Devil's path
Never shall the sun kiss my face
And caress me with it's burning light
For I dwell in the shadows
And sleep side by side with death
Originally posted by Paul Jr I hate inside jokes that I'm not a part of...
That's one. (We get to 2 and I'll burn your legs!)
Here's the story... A farmer gets a mail-order bride from Russia, and he goes to pick her up. He gets there, she gets in the buggy (he doesn't have a car, it's horse and buggy), and they start going down the dirt road. The woman talks to the farmer, but the farmer never responds. She gets kind of confused at this, but disregards it and keeps an optimistic spirit. About ten minutes after they left the trainstation where the mail-order bride was picked up, the horse stumbles on a rock, and falls over. The farmer calmly exits the buggy, walks over to the horse, and says in a stern voice: "That's one." The bride is even more puzzled, but asks nothing about it. They continue down the road and, after a few more minutes, the horse stumbles again. The farmer exits the buggy, walks up to the horse and says, "That's two." Still confused, but still too embarassed to ask about it, the bride ignores that the farmer is talking to the horse. They continue down the road, and as they are pulling up near the house, the horse stumbles again. The farmer exits the buggy with a shotgun, and blows the horse's head off. The bride, upset, begins to ramble to the farmer about what he had done. After she had finish complaining to him about it, he turned and looked at her and said, "That's one."