Monday, 23 July 2007

The dating game: poetic & romantic as a meat cleaver

internet-dating-for-men-hig

IF: poem (a companion piece to this)

13 comments:

Forever Young said...

hey, don't sweat the small stuff!

Switchsky said...

too funny

Prozacville said...

Don't sweat the small stuff FY?

Two words for you.

Pot.
Kettle.

breastboy said...

I have never dated anyone with Alphonso Mangoes for breasts. Gutted

rawini said...

Heheheahahaha.. I LOVE IT!!

biteyourowntail said...

Oh god. I'm going to become a recluse. No wait a sec - I already am a recluse. Mr Prozac, it's you and me. It's the only solution.

Forever Young said...

haha at least i outta the dating game.
that's one game i didn't enjoy playing.

Mim Stella said...

Bite your own prozac - now there's an option
love the little losers in this poem

thefridayfrog said...

it's just she's, she's....WHAT? what the hell is WRONG with her? can't the lil pill guy go out there and find some freakin happiness fer crying out loud?

verry funny, very silly, very pithy, lil pill guy.

catnapping said...

oh honey. i could swallow you whole!

biteyourowntail said...

I should take up the Cat's offer if I were you ;0

Prozacville said...

That would be Cat from Missoula Montana, yeah?

Either she's got a very long tongue, or we're all still functioning VERY MUCH in the virtual realm here.

patrick said...

yay! this one made me smile.