When I was a kid I used to make the occasional prank call. But then I turned 13 and decided that it was a fairly retarded way to spend ones time.
I've also received a few "heavy breathing" calls in my day. My mom finally bought us a whistle and said that whenever "he" called that we were to blow the whistle as loud as we could into the phone. That worked although I do wish she had specified that before blowing the whistle I should take the receiver away from my head as my ear made this weird ringing noise for days afterward. But it got rid of the pervert.
It's a new day, however, and perverts must be looking for new ways to annoy us. Twice today someone has texted a picture to me. I have no idea who he is or what the hell he wants. But he must think that I don't know that sometimes shirtless men squeeze their arms against their chest to give the appearance that they actually have biceps when, in fact, their arms really look like toothpicks that are broken in the middle.
So there he is in all of his glory. Other than recommending that he trim his bush and go bother someone else (as I am Very Busy and don't have the time/inclination to interact with someone who text messages pantless photos of himself to total strangers) I don't know what to do with this guy. Any suggestions?
I'm thinking that the choices are:
A) Let my 6'1" 250 pound husband handle it.
B) Call the cops.
C) Ignore it.
D) ???
So let me know what you think. Perhaps His Supreme Blogmaster, Diesel, could help get rid of this guy? I'll put the link to Humor-Blogs just in case...
An update:
Today I've received, thus far, 4 pictures from this guy. He sent the one above twice and then two new ones. In the interest of full disclosure here they are...
So...uh...crazy stalker guy...THANKS for what appears to be an invitation to...something...but, uh...I'm gonna have to pass. My loss, I'm sure.
I've also received a few "heavy breathing" calls in my day. My mom finally bought us a whistle and said that whenever "he" called that we were to blow the whistle as loud as we could into the phone. That worked although I do wish she had specified that before blowing the whistle I should take the receiver away from my head as my ear made this weird ringing noise for days afterward. But it got rid of the pervert.
It's a new day, however, and perverts must be looking for new ways to annoy us. Twice today someone has texted a picture to me. I have no idea who he is or what the hell he wants. But he must think that I don't know that sometimes shirtless men squeeze their arms against their chest to give the appearance that they actually have biceps when, in fact, their arms really look like toothpicks that are broken in the middle.
So there he is in all of his glory. Other than recommending that he trim his bush and go bother someone else (as I am Very Busy and don't have the time/inclination to interact with someone who text messages pantless photos of himself to total strangers) I don't know what to do with this guy. Any suggestions?
I'm thinking that the choices are:
A) Let my 6'1" 250 pound husband handle it.
B) Call the cops.
C) Ignore it.
D) ???
So let me know what you think. Perhaps His Supreme Blogmaster, Diesel, could help get rid of this guy? I'll put the link to Humor-Blogs just in case...
An update:
Today I've received, thus far, 4 pictures from this guy. He sent the one above twice and then two new ones. In the interest of full disclosure here they are...
So...uh...crazy stalker guy...THANKS for what appears to be an invitation to...something...but, uh...I'm gonna have to pass. My loss, I'm sure.
Comments
He's not all that so may he has lots of free time, what with no social life and no friends.
Kadi - I think I'm even MORE offended because he is unkempt in his shorts. WTF does he think this is - the 70's?! People trim that shit now.
bluejeanbaby - waz up? I totally agree about the not hot thing...he's like Erkel, The Later Years.
Unless he's into that...
i once had someone text me and accuse me of ignoring them even though we dated in jr. high - last year. obviously a case of mistaken identify.
i say give your little friend a taste of his own medicine - a big hairier (sp?) guy.
But my real thinking was to scare him off by letting him think the police would become involved.
You know, psychological manipulation and all that.
I will make every attempt to psychologically manipulate him right out of my cell phone! With his little puffy crotch...who the hell does he think he is, anyway???
Here's the transcript
It freaked her out bad. I know because I heard her talking about it in the cafeteria the next day. :)
Elastic Band Lady, I think that men secretly enjoy being kicked in the ding-ding from time to time. When I was a kid the height of hilarity was to order a Domino's pizza that would be sent to either a teacher or a neighbors home. My strong preference was to a neighbors because then you could watch the delivery boy get pissed off and peel out of the neighborhood. Ah, such simple pleasures.
Qelqoth, GOOD point! I think that must have been the reason why he never gave us the money shot! He didn't want to display his frightened turtle for the world to see. Poor little guy...
But it would be pretty funny if, years later (well after he forgets the number he sent them to), someone says, "Hey!!! I remember you - I saw creepy pictures of you on someones blog! So, did you ever trim your bushy crotch???"
Men in thongs are just Yukky !!
Lil
Miss J - It could be. Or maybe it's a misapplied fur stole. Yech....
Honjii - Yep, as quickly as they came, they also went. Thank god. Although it made for one of my favorite blog entries, so in that regard I guess I'm grateful to the hairy little guy.
He's the TOTAL metrosexual beast, and you're going to turn him down??
I mean, the glasses along with the supposed glass of vino should take away at least some (maybe a little) of the horror of the wild and untamed bush down under..
I mean, how bad can the guy be if he dresses like a librarian, and pretends to be an upstanding socialite by drinking wine??
I say that you just pretend to keep him as a potential fling, but never respond. That way, you can get the gossips to talk by giving some made up juicy details about some tryst to a total ho-bag you know, and then giggle insanely when you start hearing the rumors run through!
I do this all the time, and I get endless amounts of chuckle time for it. Sure, it does tend to make me look like a total perv, but hell, I'm a guy, and that just increases my standing in the male dominance world!
Who knows, he might be better ammo for your blog later on! Farm that shit out!!
I'm out.