At my last job interview, I was told to dress "casual". I wore a suit, and got the job.
Mind you, for some impenetrable reason I have a 100% record in job interviews. 3/3! Actually getting an interview is where I struggled...
Anyone know a good way to stop yourself from throwing your computer out of your window and hitting it repeatedly with a large sledgehammer, whilst screaming "Take that you uncooperative pile of crap!!!"?
I thought his bum looked distinctly masculine, but then I'm not wearing my glasses...
You forgot to include the obligatory picture of your genetalia...
Well, taking this thread at face-value, my advice would be to try to be a little less generic. Instead of asking "why didn't this work?", ask "why should this have worked?" Try imagining that you're a couple, and you're looking for a w/e man for a threesome, ideally someone over 35 and in the NW. Look through some of the ads in "men seeking couples" and try to draw up a list of "candidates" for this imaginary debauchery. Would you pick your ad?
That's what I think at any rate.
During my holiday last week, I observed several times that it's not just on naturist beaches that children are allowed to run around naked.
You know who I feel sorry for in all this? The black women. I'm sure we've all watched enough porn to know that black men have genetically larger penises than their white brethren, so it follows that the genitals of black ladies must be similarly enhanced to accomodate these guargantuan ebony love-sausages. However, it seems the black guys are all busy pleasuring white women who advertise on websites, so the black girls must be sitting at home in abject frustration, as it stands to reason that the inferior matchsticks of white men would be insufficient to satisfy them.
It does annoy me a bit that they have to get Rachel Hunter rolling around on a bed to get the message across. What next, Eminem telling you ladies how to check for breast cancer?
I got angry about this thread and just hurt my leg trying to kick my way through a biscuit tin.
Scary. :scared:
Being a single guy is kinda like suporting Tottenham. You know that whatever happens, you'll always be overshadowed by your more fashionable coisons from across the road.
My pot belly is frankly an embarassment, my arms are like sticks, my back creaks, my knees wobble, I can't shave my neck and my hair gets far too greasy, and I have big problems with ear-wax.
Other than that, I'm perfect in every way. :angel: