The Clapper
I think I’m turned “off.”
I think I’m turned “off.”
Clue for those not getting the reference:
Yet more proof I am not meant to be part of God’s chosen. Probably because I keep hunting for the Ark of the Covenant. Even though I did try to kill Nazis when I was still excavating. (Um, if I’d knowingly encountered any…)
Well, maybe it didn’t work this time…
Necessary background: The beginning of my profile is: Geek girl with cane accessory, slightly less than mint condition. Not in box. Missing original receipt. Certificate of authenticity. Totally new to this online dating thing (please don’t send me photos of your peen, I’m not *that* new). My “are we getting sexually intimate tonight” lothario returned with a… Continue reading The Comeback Kid