I DEFINITELY SHOULD HAVE  CALLED THIS BLOG 

 WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK   CHECK THIS SHIT OUT!!!

 I often peruse my spam folder. I hope everybody does. 

It is stupid not to, no matter how stupid you feel doing it.

I discovered the hard way that this practice can reveal an email that slipped through the 

scrutinizing eye of the correspondence priority algorithm. I totally made that up. But, it sounded like some teal shit! Exactly what I wanted to say! I like that.

Anyway, I have experienced various setbacks due to misplaced messages from time to time.

I am going to also reveal that  I might secretly enjoy a supercilious feeling of importance during these forays.  

I know for a fact I am not the only one. More folks than will admit it are puffed up by the ridiculous number of fuck requests and manufactured messages of flattery ,that by their very design, are there to do exactly that.

The human ego is the greatest adversary to common sense. 

Like the baddest ass DOA chartreuse Lunker Lure, so many folks who pride themselves in their impermeable immunity to bullshit, fall victim.

It is such a simple science! Everyone of us will say we won't fall for such stinking shit. 

Not a single one of us has not been victimized by this insidious aphrodisiac to one degree or another. If you try to deny it, well, it's too late for you to be unstupid again.

NOT ONE OF US ON THIS PLANET HAS NOT BEEN BITCHSLAPPED BY HIS/HER EGO!

To show you that I am not merely pointing accusing fingers, I am going to personify the vulnerability that allows these strategic schemes to sneak up and exploit whatever need it was specifically created for.

For me on this very day it was the enticing prospect of hot slutty, (Dudes fucking love slutty, regardless of any opposing assertions they offer) women in my close proximity.

I  noticed a couple of emails that were not as vulgar as the others. They appeared more personal in nature. 

I assured myself that I was only opening them in the event that some journalistic purpose could be achieved from this. Hopefully, comedic in nature! Boy, I was more accurate than I could have predicted but for a different reason. I enjoy casting humiliating aspersions upon dumbasses and dupes as much as the next guy! Today though, I was to represent the dupe faction. I was not catfished or anything that pathetic, but I was 

drawn by an influential magnetism. Simply put, I am so fucking horny right now, that it did not take much to ensnare me with attention and an intrinsic eagerness to have my tongue and everything else in all the lovely, sweet, pretty parts of these lusty beauties. They spoke directly to me and displayed a need that appeared to match my own in scope. 

In such situations, there are road signs to prevent crashing into stupidity. A good way to say it is, if it seems to good to be true it is. I did not see it that way and tumbled headlong into wanting to discover if I could actually fuck at least one of my "neighbors".

Adding to the allure of this situation, both parties in these chats are allowed to let go of normal speech filters. 

An uninhibited, revelatory disregard for mild mannered speech gives way to the freedom to speak, well, truthfully. Filthy talk is not only permitted it is expected! This is an apt way to put it. Considering that beneath the lovely feminine subterfuge, women are just dirty little tramps. I could and did convey via the "description" section of my profile the myriad actions I would spend many hours executing upon the errogenous  flesh of these harlots. As we drench everything in the immediate vicinity with our fluids. 

Once the profile was concluded the next phase in this proccess is to purchase credits required for direct messages. I experienced difficulty obtaining them thus, I had to surrender for a time. I walked away with blue balls wondering about how things might have ended up. I do not know if I was saved by the fact that my preferred payment options were  inexplicably ineffectual due to account adjustments made earlier in the day. I have no possible way to gauge the level of success I might have enjoyed. I am, however, still so fucking possessed by the possibility that potentially I have missed out on such a simplistic way to satisfy needs with no hassle or complicated ideals, getting in the way, as to remain optimistically open to the affirmative........

I WILL FIND OUT  IN THE NAME OF JOURNALISM