Found a gem of a “missed connection” on my reader this morning (because yes, missed connections go to my reader) but unfortunately it was flagged before I could post it. Someone had a big dose of truth and hate serum last night:
Dear Men of Bloomington… - w4m 20yr
“dear men of Bloomington,
I feel it is my profound drunken purpose to tell you off. Yes you, pointless men who think it is acceptable to hang around here WAY past your prime in order to live out your dream of non-commintence; (I mean you J*** *****and William **** *****). Seriously dudes, no one stays in Bloomington except to prey on girls too stupid to know otherwise. And to you Alex **** and Tommy **whatever the spirit animal you want***, grow the FUCK UP! your blase victim shit only goes so far, so get a fucking life outside of a bar. And to the Clinic douche rapists-maybe if your girlfriends weren’t COMPLETE bitches who look more male than you EVER will (Katie G**d) you would be HALF of what Epcot was. And also, to all you fucking hippy jackasses who think you are making some sort of world difference by being train hopping vegans, you can COMPLETELY fuck off. Keep stealing from locally owned businesses, that is REALLY being subversive. And to the bitch skank collective that works at Urban Outfitters/Cactus Flower (Molly FatAss ****, Sarah Queen Bitch ***, Brittany Shitty Tat ****), get OVER yourselves. You live in fucking bloomington, NOT brooklyn, NO ONE thinks you are cool except the other SOFA idiots you jack off to take your “personal photos”.
And finally, to Leah ******, queen of Rockets, quit being a bitch, you are WAY too fat to have such a bitchy attitude. Quite wearing shorts that highlight your morbidly obese ass and MAYBE peope would take you seriously. Or you could just keep getting shit tattoos, because that TOTALLY detracts from your fat ass and shit personality.”
yikes.
EPCOT LIVES ON.
