I may have twaped* Blondie a little bit. It’s not my fault! She told me what her password to everything in the world is (including twitter) while under the influence of alcohol. I challenge any of you to resist the temptation of that.
I thought I was covered – my password for everything differs depending on what site I’m on. I have a system. It’s infallible.
Except for the fact that Blondie signed me up for the fated dating website way back when and therefore knows my password. I had sort of forgotten that part.
After first threatening not to come to my house and cook a fabulous feast this evening while the rest of us drink hot spiced cider and throw tinsel around (yes, we’re getting into the spirit early, so sue us) the evil genius suddenly seemed to let it go, saying that she had had her revenge and dinner way back on.
I checked my facebook. I checked twitter. I checked THE BLOG. Nothing seemed awry.
Until I checked the sent items of the fated dating website…
Wow, you race pigeons?? That’s really cool, I’ve always been really interested in that.
I really like how you say that you treat women with respect at all times, that’s
really sweet and you never find that normally.
What’s your name PigeonMan? Would you like to take me out for a date?
Here’s hoping you reply
Pigeons? I wondered. Good lord, who has she messaged? So I click on the profile and up comes a photo of a man who appears to have spent the last ten years in Azkaban without a decent comb, and the following personal statement on his profile:
my hobbies are racing pigeons,iv won races from 50 miles to 500 miles,my goals would be to meet that special lady to live out my life with them,im a kind,caring bloke who treat woman in the right way and to show them respect at all times treat them as i would like them to treat me in return,i listen to the radio most of the time in the car so i would say my music taste would be pop music the charts,
Blondie is an evil genius.
I don’t know whether to be more pissed off that she managed to pull off this ridiculous feat – or that the Pigeon Man has not replied…
I’ll keep you posted on our feathery love affair.
*twape: twitter rape. Like frape, but somehow sounds a bit more inappropriate.