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February 12, 2007

Affixing alliteration; alleviating aimless airhead actions of agression

I bounced out of bed babbling in a bit of a blogging bilious mood. In my dreams, I'd blogged a blogger, a beautiful blogstress with big blogs. Oh baby did I blog her blog.

It was a blast, a blessing as we blindly blogged under the blankets. Blogging about this makes me blush but I have to boast a bit. What a bonanza blogging this babe who blew my blog boisterously and like a bomb, boosted me boundlesslly; my brim runneth over.

We blabbed some more about bright blogging but my inner buccaneer brochure was brutally brusque and all I could think about was was browsing in her broth like some blogging bum in the buff. She blogged outloud while I blogged in my mind: "God I'd like to just put my blog between her blog and enjoy that blogging buffet.

ANSWER (from Carol):

Certainly, you seem a culprit of covertly cunning computer creations. A word of caution to the culprit ..combining cutesy cursive here can lead to a calamity if you chat up a choir of charming characteristics and cannot come through to culmination.

If you heed not this caution, a chaperone will climb in close to you and your charming charge to compensate and circumvent your clumsy ceremonious circle of chicanery.

REBUTTAL:

Your dexterous diagnosis of my diatribe proved diligent and dignified but sounds a little bit like a dictum diminshing any dynamic discharge from my disciplined culmination.

I'm disheartend and disillusioned feeling dismissed and dishevelled and want to dispel any thoughts of what appears to be doddering dopey dullard like chicanary.

A chaperone for this dubious dribbling dwarf who is drowning in droopy drivel?

ANSWER(from Carol):

Evidently you are eager to engage an evil escapade of excessive and exhaustive experimentation toward enslaving your entourage.

However, I must endeavor to eradicate this elaborate egomanical episode of extreme exhibitionism.. The end...

FINALLY:

Fine, you've finally flustered me with this foggy formation and foppish form.

Figuratively speaking, I forecast a foray
into some fragment of foundation
freezing frightful friction and funny as it functions
I further favor freezing as you mentioned
in your fragrant frame.
Fini!

Posted by Steve Immel at 07:45 PM

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February 05, 2007

Should I learn Mandarin or Cantonese? Single with 2 Billion People

The Chinese singles websites rarely list women over fifty. Most, are in
their thirties or forties and their age tolerance has no limits. That's
very appealing to some of us guys who spend most of our time on the
porch whittlin pine and dreamin of yesteryear when the women would come
knockin once or twice a week and the van, down by the river, was a
rockin.

Here's a country, the newest industrial powerhouse, with a few billion
people and out of those masses are some apparent sweethearts waiting to
be plucked from factories and out of a highly competitive society. We
don't have a clue about the competition either, it's beyond our
imagination.

They are driven in their search for a better life and that may include
an older man from the US. They seem to believe there is a balance
between survival and love. But then don't we all have our tolerances
and ways of balancing relationships and our own well being?
You can't blame them.

How many times have I heard: "I'm so happy alone. I don't need a
man."? But then afterwhile, that idea turns you into a radical
anthropormorphistic freak; you've been hugging that dog a little too
much and eyebrows are raising. Get that damn thing off your bed, it
ain't healthy m'am.

All these different levels but when you analyze it
Everyone's the same. So why not go out for Chinese ?
Hell yes there is much more to the story. Like a lot of you, I could
write a book about this new singles internet thing. But for now, I'm
just contemplating those model looking Chinese singles ladies. What do
I have to do to compromise and go for it in Beijing?

Posted by Steve Immel at 05:08 PM

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