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The
Dumbass Zone
You
are entering another dimension... a dimension not of sight
and sound, but of mindless men who write insipid little form
mails to every woman with an ad on the personals.
On
Thursday, July 29, 1999, Lorina placed an ad which, among
other things read, "Well, let's just say if I get one
more response from a guy who likes walks on the beach in the
moonlight, candlelit dinners for two, watching the sun rise
(which is preferable to nuclear winter, I suppose!), raindrops
on roses and whiskers on kittens, I'm going to scream!"
On
Friday, July 30, Lorina received a response to her ad from
"hazeleyes@_______.com"
Lorina
resisted the urge to forward this letter to her friends, suppressing
a desire to make Austin Powers "Get me out of this nutshell"
jokes, bitching about this guy obviously not reading the ad,
wondering about "no harm done" in the age of Caller
ID and reverse look-up, as well as crude comments about him
wanting to be pampered. "He wears diapers???"
On
Thursday, August 26, Lorina updated her ad, adding a few more
sentences and a new picture.
On
Friday, August 27, Lorina once again received a message from
"hazeleyes@_______.com"
Do-do-do-do...
Do-do-do-do... The Dumbass Zone!
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