If you're going to complain about something, make sure you do research first to make sure your complaint is justified.
I don't repost the 'you're a true friend bulletins', so if you're looking for people who will, you'd better look elsewhere.
I'm not here for a popularity contest. Don't expect me to pimp you, I would require payment for such privileges.
Nothing is going to curse my lovelife, I do that well enough on my own. Stop the madness.
If I needed a personal sex toy, I'd buy one that does not talk and could fit in my drawer. You do not fit the bill, so don't ask.
If you want to know something about me, just ask. I don't fill out the questionnaires and never will, so don't expect it.
If a man sends a picture of his penis before his face, chances are he doesn't want to be friends.
Chain letters do not kill, destroy a sex-life, or affect your world one iota. It's an evil conspiracy, get used to it.
Anybody is capable of having 'internet intelligence'. It's called search, more should look into it.
Getting offended online is like getting mad at a five year old who calls you names. It's pointless, and the five year old laughs at you.
Sending hate-mail to someone is the silliest thing in the world. There's this strange thing called delete which returns your shattered world to normal when someone breaks your spirit online by calling you names.
Sending naked pictures to people is like saying, "Here, I'll give you something to blackmail me with. No, no, they're yours to show whomever you want, just tell me you won't show anybody and I'll send more."
And lastly, cyber-sex. I do not touch other people's keyboards because of this strange phenomenon. How often do you see somebody have a can of lysol by their computer? NEVER, which means they pull their laffy-taffy and put their hands back on the keyboard. Note to self: Buy more anti-bacterial hands sanitizer.
If you're in a turn lane, TURN
This isn't Nascar, don't pull out into the turn lane from a grocery store parking lot forcing me to reduce my speed so as not to hit you, so you may just SIT there. Good going, child prodigy
In an apartment complex with a gate, do not pull up to it waiting for someone to type in the access code behind you. I'll just let your ass sit there...I don't know you, you could be a murderer, rapist, or psycho ex who confuses my truck with somebody elses and flats my tires
Don't talk on your cell, or tickle your girlfriend when you drive. I've got a dog, I don't want you up on the sidewalk hitting her because you're in too much of a hurry to wait until your vehicle has come to a stop
Turn your stereo up as loud as you want, make yourself deaf. You won't be able to hear me yelling GO stands for GET the fuck ON, dipshit, and other various obscenities
Stare at the road, not a chick in a truck
Now, drive safely children
