ipadio: BDBD5-THE ROOTS/WEDDING SCENE

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Odd jobs done free! Is there some kind of catch?

I wanted to check out the craigslist for Melbourne Australia, and I found an angle I have never seen. Either this guy is really just a nice guy, or he has come up with a very clever way to meet women. Who can say no to free? Especially if you are a vulnerable widow. I really hope he is a nice guy not a rapist. Anyway, for those ladies in Melbourne, get some free stuff from this guy! If any married guys read this they might think about having their wives call him up so they can get free work. He might be a great friend. Anyway, this is my gift to you. Love always, Buzzsaw 

Handy Man / Odd Jobs DONE FREE - m4w - 46 (melbourne & suburbs)

Date: 2011-02-20, 11:02AM EST

Women needing the odd maintenance job done around the house can get it done for free. The only cost is for materials if needed. I have a lot of material I can supply but if needed to buy it is a cost. Married single retired ladies welcome to enquire.
Note: I have now posted a very similar ad in Seattle. I think now all I have to do is wait for the emails to roll in! Buzzsaw

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A fart story is always welcome, right?

Sitting down to the dreaded task of conjuring up entertaining words and combining them in a fresh and edgy way, I had a plan. Then I remembered a story I promised a friend I would post. It just so happens to be a classic fart story.

I was a freshman at Interlake High School in Bellevue WA. My high school was notable for having been the high school the the members of Queensryche attended. It was kind of cool, but not really the cool you could brag about. Until now. Anyway, I had an awkward youth, homeschooling until 7th grade which is just enough to screw you up socially, but early enough that most people don't know you are screwed up until they notice the bizarre habits and behavior you have been hiding from them for years. Anyway, at 15 to say I was self conscious would be an understatement. I was like a wolf reintroduced to the wild. Who knows what the survival rate for those things is, but it's not great. Anyway, back to the fart story.

In 9th grade I was lucky enough to have a PE class that was split between 9th and 10th graders. This was awesome because though socially awkward I was not bad at sports and I was funny enough that I could interact in a class like that and still be fine. Another bonus was that there were some total older babes in the class, and they were blowing my young mind! I loved playing sports with the hot older women and I have to admit it was one of the highlights of the semester. The story I am about to tell took place during the basketball unit of our class. Here it is:

Our teacher was a man named Bob Haynes. I introduced the nickname "Textbook" Haynes, because when he demonstrated sports he looked just like a 1970's textbook. All his moves were old school. And perfect. One day he was showing us the perfect way to shoot a free throw. Legs bent, powerful stance, a spring with the legs and your right wrist snapped, with your hand "reaching into the cookie jar!" All the while a group of bored 9th and 10th graders was sitting on the gym floor trying to stay awake.

I don't remember if I had to fart before we sat down, but I am guessing it suddenly came upon me when the class got silent. It was bad. The gas was building up painfully in my stomach and I knew there was no way to try and let it sneak out silently. It was going to be bad. Imagine a silent gymnasium. That fart was going to resonate off the floor and echo through the room, embarrassing me in front of not only my peers but the older babes as well. I would rather have died. Asking "Textbook" Haynes if I could use the bathroom during his demo was not something I wanted to do either. He told us to use the restroom before class and it was kind of a rule. I really had no options. The gas was building to epic proportions. I felt like at any moment I might start floating away like a cut-rate Good Year Blimp. Something had to be done. That is when my cunning kicked in.

I was sitting by a guy named John, who was really nice guy and a friend of mine. He was also uptight and a total fall guy. I knew that if done correctly I could fart as loud as I wanted and get away with it, as long as I blamed it on him as fast as I could. I felt like a man who was about to rob a bank. "Textbook" was showing us how to box out for a rebound, but I couldn't hear him. He had turned into a droning noise in the background. Finally I let loose. Whhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaappppppttttthhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It was one of the loudest farts I have ever heard. As soon as I started, I whipped my head around towards John as if he had just blown major ass, at the same time scooting away like he had the plague! The ruse worked. He was such an uptight and proper guy that he immediately turned beet red, convincing the entire class that he was the guilty party! The relief I felt at that moment was amazing. The entire class laughed at him, I was off the hook!

The cool part about it was that he was really cool about it in the locker room after class, plus he was cool anyway and had a girlfriend and stuff. I didn't ruin his life, but I sure as hell saved my own reputation, what little I had. Anyway, if you are looking for a moral, it could be "find a good fall guy" it could also be "don't fool around with Buzzsaw unless you get up REALLY early in the morning!" Peace!

Editors note: Buzzsaw told me to tell you that he cannot understate how good it felt when he finally farted. It was awesome!

Make this quick & Easy-Amarillo

Obviously I have been letting my love for craigslist die a bit this week, so I hopped on to see what was going on in Amarillo TX. Let me first tell you that if Craigslist is an indicator, the internet is a rare commodity in Amarillo. Either that or women. In the "Women seeking Men" section there were a grand total of three posts! Shocked I hopped over to the platonic section and was pleasantly surprised by this fine ad. It is a complex post, with a nice bouqet. Something that might need to be allowed the chance to breathe before you can take in the fruity tones and rich aftertaste. I particularly like the part about the "seizure problem." I expect that you will find this wonderful post as fascinating and pleasant as I did. If anyone is interested in texting him, I changed the number and if you contact me I can send the link with the correct one. Anyway, who says Buzzsaw doesn't love you? Peace!

make this quick and easy - 27 (amarillo)

Date: 2011-02-24, 5:46AM CST

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I dont care about your gender or anything really. I want to get to know people and find things to do but one thing that makes it hard to get out and meet people is... I don’t drive, never have and never will due to a seizure problem that is not noticeable 99% of the time unless you are staring directly at me. If that’s too much to handle I won’t hear from you but otherwise I would love to talk. I am looking for dating and/or more but when you reply to this post I know your not and i can accept that. I have posted under the relationship section for that purpose but we can all use more friends so Why not post here as well? Exactly, no reason not to. After dozens of responses to this posting i realized I need to add some important info, although i have no problems with gays and a couple of my friends are lesbians so have no problem being friends with gays/lesbians as friends but I am strictly for females when it comes to dating or more. I post in this platonic section for the purpose of finding friends at the platonic level. most of my friends are females but cant go out as often as i would like to since they have kids. While Im all for more female friends, I should probably try to hang out with some more males too. anyways, if ur looking for just friends, go ahead and text me. text me 9o7 fiveseventhree twenty ninetynine if you would care to talk.

 Postscript: FYI, I also have no problem being friends with lesbians and gays. Buzzsaw