The Flirt Thread

Good Heavens, you're all a bunch of desperate horny bastards. You're all more shameless than former Poison frontman Bret Michaels overdosing on Spanish-fly infused oysters.

This offends me, not on moral grounds, but because every minute you hormone-charged idiots spend paying attention to each other is a minute you're not paying attention to me.

I realize it's Spring and all, but seriously, there are some things more important than love, romance, and the possibility of sleazy anonymous internet sex. And three of those things are me, my ego, and my ego's ego, which is itself desperate for the attenion its mother-ego could not, or rather would not, provide.

So, let's get it all out of your systems. Here's a thread. Knock yourselves out, sickies.

In the words of Pat O'Brien: Let's do it. Let's have some fun.

posted by Ace at 02:21 AM

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