tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82325827118958386852024-03-13T04:58:14.374-07:00Rufus Silas Wally ReviewSome memorable personal ads I've come across.Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01764219719153743809noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-65040678329304029562008-10-03T10:16:00.000-07:002008-10-03T10:21:22.434-07:00Looking for Front End and Back End DeveloperAt this point, I have a front and back end that are no more than figments of my imagination. This means they are not yet apart of my actual body. I have drawn them out with a pen, but due to my shaky hand and lack of artistic ability (I’m more business-minded), these drawings are simply not very realistic. That’s why I need somebody who is good at developing back and front ends based on nothing more than an idea in my mind of what I want to look like. If we can create the front and back end I have in my mind (but not on my body), I am certain it will have a profound impact on the world. <br /><br />I have spent the past year obsessing about my future back and front end, but unfortunately I know squat about developing body parts, and I’m very sorry I didn’t pay more attention in class. <br /><br />Please be enthusiastic about body part development. I’m going to be up front: it’s going to be big. If you’re good, I promise to double your current salary. Don't back out of this opportunity, unless you want to get paid shit for the rest of your life. <br /><br />-JonRufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662539255498163844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-77081685046668874372008-04-16T16:51:00.000-07:002008-04-17T16:33:04.089-07:00Enormous Power, Electricity<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >What does a girl have to do?<br /><br />I have been posting here for a few months, had a few </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" >meetups</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > even, but nothing has panned out.<br /><br />I think the thing I have been doing wrong is that I've been trying to please when shouldn't I be trying to get exactly what I want?<br /><br />So, I'm going to be very specific here this time.<br /><br />Basically, I want a man who is huge. I want a man who generates enormous amounts of energy. I'm looking for someone who can help run the things around him. I want someone who reaches out in all directions, who has wires that stretch into all markets, who doesn't discriminate based on race or gender or creed but simply gives according to need. Of course, I don't want a weakling -- I want someone who can show tough love when it's needed, when people are behind on </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" >their</span> payments, so to speak.<span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />I want someone who takes up huge tracts of land in a crowded city, who isn't afraid to claim his own space and make his mark because he knows the world needs it. I want to climb your rivets and traverse your pipes and turbines. I want to feel my feelings shake in your magnetic field.<br /><br />I want that shock, that first time buzzing.<br /><br />I'm cute as a transistor and take all you've got to give.<br /><br />And to hell with green and </span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" >renewable</span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" > -- I want dirty, exhaustive power.<br /><br />I want electricity.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/SAaUMIb-zuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bPsF8nzUro4/s1600-h/23368379.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/SAaUMIb-zuI/AAAAAAAAAHY/bPsF8nzUro4/s400/23368379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189998556735262434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >RESPONSES</span><br />1.<br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Hi! This is Anthony. That's a great ad. I am a kind, caring and fit 45 y/o.<br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/SAab7ob-zvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1_LGiBo-MdI/s1600-h/picture1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/SAab7ob-zvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/1_LGiBo-MdI/s400/picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190007069360443122" border="0" /></a><br />2.<br />your the best i hope you find what it is your looking for<br /><br />3.<br />im ready and charged up for u want some ? holla babck xoxo<br /><br />Marco<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/SAacnob-zwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/95Ioe2a64fU/s1600-h/vAanZ00rQmKnyaCsFdRBhHFjf9ZwUgQw0300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/SAacnob-zwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/95Ioe2a64fU/s400/vAanZ00rQmKnyaCsFdRBhHFjf9ZwUgQw0300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190007825274687234" border="0" /></a><br />4.<br /></span><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Describe yourself<br /><br />5.<br /></span> What if I trade energy commodities futures? Does that qualify?</span><br /><br /><br />6.<br /><div> <div><span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >HI<br />I enjoyed reading your profile. I would love to get to know you and may be even meet soon. I am looking start with building a solid friendship that will lead to something more as chemistry develops. You sound like quite a catch. I was really impressed after reading your profile. You seem to be very colorful , vibrant , energetic person with diverse interest. </span></span></div> <div><span></span> </div> <div><span></span><span></span><span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" >More about me</span></span></div><span></span></div> <div><span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;" > <div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >I am an accomplished professional finally enjoying the fruits of many years of academic work. <span> </span></span></div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" >I am looking for companion who I can share both an intense physical and intellectual connection. I am a very open minded and understand sometime you have give to get something. I also posses the temperament and maturity to accept a mutually beneficial relationship.</span></div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" ></span><br />I am about 28 years old, 5.8" tall, dark hair, brown eyes, fair tan<br />complexion, and slender but medium build. Sweet smile kind eyes and soft<br />silky seductive voice. I am an open-minded fun, down to earth, loving,<br />sensitive and low maintenance. Most people describe me as kind, honest and<br />trustworthy. I have good sense of humor and sometimes I am a little<br />sarcastic.</div> <div> </div> <div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" > I love people of all ages, color, creed and religion. I am very open </span></div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" > and up front. I am looking for <span> </span>mature and stable person who has interesting </span></div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" > experiences to share. I enjoy the beauty of a conversation which </span></div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" > includes talking to someone not at them, listening without feeling </span></div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" > defensive and talking with being offensive. Honesty, virtue, morals, </span></div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" > values and intellectual conversations stimulate me and intrigue me. I </span></div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" > look for people who are not just "typical" and have more to offer in a </span></div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" > character than the usual and what's to be expected. I love hanging out </span></div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" > with friends and watching movies, eating out and traveling. To be </span></div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" > honest I have been globe trotting ever since I was born. I also enjoy </span></div> <div><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;" > sports, outdoor activities .</span><br /><br />Professionally, I work as a marketing project manager for an upcoming<br />marketing agency. I have a lot of responsibility but enjoy my work as I get<br />to work with a very talented team and work on challenging projects. I have<br />been working in this firm for last two years .<br /><br />I consider my self to be very passionate and romantic person. I a looking<br />for someone open minded, down to earth, some who appreciates diversity and<br />culture. I do not have too many requirements, I believe if there is mutual<br />attraction and complementary life goals between two people, everything else<br />can be overcome.<br />If you are interested please a-mail me. I hope we can at least be friend if<br />not more.<br /><br />Take care<br /><br />7.<br />Well I must say that your ad is one of a kind. It does get to the point. So....My name is -------. Im 26 and I live in brooklyn with a roomate and my dog. Im not really sure about this whole internet thing but i thought that i would give it a try. So instead of going all out and writing everything about me I will tell you just a couple of things. First off I was in the military. US ARMY to be exact. I did four years and got out and then moved here to the city. I have been here since 2004. I guess its cool so far. I am a large man im 6 ft 1 inch and i am about 260 pounds. I cant say that I know what else to write so I will leave the next step to you. You can email me back and we can see what transpires. take care<br /></div></div></div></span></span></div>Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01764219719153743809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-19463410466015964062008-04-08T10:52:00.000-07:002008-04-08T11:08:44.245-07:00I Can't Stop Crying :)So, this is the first time for me <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LOL</span>. I thought maybe I'd just try this personals thing out to see if it works, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">haha</span>. Well, first, or course -- no weirdos. That's not what I'm into.<br /><br />So, a little about me, though. I'm cute and curvy and I can't stop crying. I have a good job that I like and tears are constantly coming out of my eyes. I like watching sports and having a few beers and it's not only my eyes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">but</span> every part of my body that I'm crying from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lol</span>. I have brown air, I'm 5'4" and I think I'm going to drown soon because I'm stuck on the second floor of my house and can't get out because the tears have risen up to the baseboards below. I listen to most kinds of music and I like to go dancing and I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">think</span> my body is filling with water, too, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">LOL</span> because the tears flow both ways. I say what I think and I have lost all my belongings to the constant rising tide. I love <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">going</span> to the movies and all of my organs are enormous ducts that flood everything around me like the hoover dam of pain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">haha</span>.<br /><br />BTW you should be at least 6' and have a good job, no loafers. Don't live with your mom. Please, no penis pics. Please be an industrial strength wet vac or former sewage draining vehicle in search of an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">LTR</span>. No sponges -- I don't have time for that.Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01764219719153743809noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-80741504720986043542007-12-03T16:37:00.000-08:002007-12-03T16:54:18.837-08:00Can you Imagine a Nutless World? Because I can't. In Fact, I Love Nuts<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">Sure I was lonely, but what with the peanut butter strike coming to an end and the peanut butter boys heading back to work, I was now on the verge of debuting a sensational peanut butter cookie in our bakery.<br /><br />That is, until a customer barged in and demanded that we open another bakery – <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">“Another bakery?” I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">“A nut free bakery!” she cooed.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">Yes, "nut-free," I mused. I could see it now: <i>A wondrous place where people with nut allergies could experience all of our tasty offerings without being rushed to the hospital, helpless and puffy like an almond croissant – without the almonds.</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">Wait a second. No almonds? This isn’t my bakery – it’s a nightmare.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">Immediately, I felt like pointing out that it would never be a truly “nut-free” bakery so long as she was there. But I had to be cautious because this woman was clearly a genuine allergy Nazi – a rare and dangerous breed of wild customer. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">Yet, I couldn’t keep her animal rage at bay. I stood there in awe as she audaciously requested, in all seriousness, that I invest in a wholly separate facility to cater to the “no-nut” niche – as if my wallet were an endless extension of the US economy. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">That’s not all either: she wasn’t a mere run-of-the-mill “nut-free” nut passively on the prowl for no-nut treats. Oh, no – she cross-examined our baked goods, one eye at the end of a telescope aggressively aimed at our pastry case. Yes, she practically held us at gunpoint, demanding proof written in type O blood, just to guarantee her that not even the tiniest speck of peanut dust had "contaminated" her child's precious little nutless cupcake – or anything at all within a 12 mile radius.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">"Peanut dust?" I asked her. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">“It’s like cat dander,” she said. “Except it’s nuts.”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">It’s nuts, alright, I thought. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">She claimed that even the tiniest molecule of peanut dust could cause her child's airways to narrow, his tongue to swell – such that he might lose consciousness, die, or cause a negligible nuclear incident in a small village in Sudan. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">That was rather bleak. I know someone in that village.I considered suggesting she purchase a bubble for her son, as it might be more affordable than erecting an entire nut-free enterprise, just so that her son can nosh on one “nut-free” cookie for the rest of his life.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Courier New";">Would you believe that lady? If you know what I'm talking about, cum nibble nuts with me for free at my nut-infused bakery. Pic for pic.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662539255498163844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-78281971325102823492007-10-11T17:54:00.000-07:002007-10-11T17:55:59.499-07:00A Dry Heave Rushes Across The FieldsI cough up blood, sinks,<br />and directions to my house.<br />Come, <span style="font-style: italic;">AND BRING THE SPONGE.</span>Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01764219719153743809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-72813925485702892762007-10-11T17:52:00.001-07:002007-10-11T17:53:44.568-07:00Skullfucking Without The SkullYou, me.<br /><br />No fatties.Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01764219719153743809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-77793958204892793292007-10-06T17:24:00.000-07:002007-10-06T17:33:54.612-07:00Assitance NeededMy soul has grown extra limbs. It started as what I thought were gas pains. When I saw the doctor, he suspected cancer, tumors. Scans revealed nothing.<br /><br />Soon, though, the pain got worse, and out of my eyes and ears and nostrils and my mouth and my anus came long arms with teeth.<br /><br />They are invisible to the naked eye, but they nevertheless swing all about me swatting at the people near by.<br /><br />My soul's eight limbs steal things at the grocery store and bodega without my knowing. When I get home at the end of the day, my body is full of candies and pens that I have unwittingly absconded with.<br /><br />Who wants to get close enough to let my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">octosoul</span> steal their heart?<br /><br />I feel it swimming around inside me, my soul, and it is building a nest out of my organs. It is building a place to sit on your heart and hatch it. It has moved my lungs and my spleen and my appendix to a place just behind my intestines and it is molding it all into a hovel that I know, eventually, I will have to enter as well.<br /><br />Will you hold my bellybutton open while I crawl into myself?Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01764219719153743809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-38446954887880902872007-10-01T18:24:00.001-07:002007-10-01T18:26:40.548-07:00Let Me Have Your FeetI am willing to buy or trade, up to $50 hands down, or I have some time shares that might interest you.<br /><br />I don't take single toes, and no heels, please.Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01764219719153743809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-45192864292809677622007-10-01T18:15:00.000-07:002007-10-01T18:23:34.995-07:00The Weather Is Eating UsThe Fall showed up this weekend with fork in hand and said to me, "You know the drill. Lie Down so I can eat you, crap you out again, and mold you into a new person."<br /><p> Being chewed by Fall's breezy teeth and then sliding down his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sweatery</span> throat is one of my favorite ways of being consumed. (I also don't mind becoming pure liquid in Summer's Cuisinart and then being tossed down like an energy drink before being shot out of his squishy pits and lower back.) And once you're in Falls' stomach, there's cocoa and some good books to read, maybe even spiced wine if you're lucky, and --not to mention -- Indigestion, a shriveled crone from Staten Island who can prattle on about nearly any old thing so long as he's got enough Tums <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Chewables</span>.<br /><br />Now, being crapped out by the Fall isn't always the best, but it brings back memories of what it was like to be formless at least! His hands are cold, crunchy, and made entirely of leaves, so when the Fall molds us back into a person -- straight out of the crap that we are -- it feels pretty great like exfoliating a bit with a brick to the face.<br /><br />So, get back to me if you want to surprise the Fall sometime with something exciting, like a sprinkling of salt or going out for a beer, or jumping it from behind with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">chloroform</span>. </p>Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01764219719153743809noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-85551635842600132242007-09-07T09:54:00.000-07:002007-09-07T13:34:55.296-07:00Can you love a loser?I want you to love losers. But first, let me explain why. My need for you to love losers arose one day after <span style="font-style: italic;">my final success...</span><br /><br />I stood facing my opponent, sword by my side, his idiot sidekick by his. When my victory was sure, a silence ensued – a silence so vast and heavy it filled every pothole on the street.<br /><br />Bob the Mailman, who was passing by, bent to inspect the holes, shaking his head and rubbing his fingers over the spots where the absence of sound seamlessly met the gravel.<br /><br />The silence continued in this way, long and stubborn, through the seasons. The leaves fell and were beautiful, scattered randomly across the stillness. A light snow left a cold blanket over the street. In the summertime, the muteness in the holes bubbled and stuck to the soles of our shoes. Those who tried to pass became cemented to the ground, forced to observe the final moments of our struggle.<br /><br />But then the fickle memory of human truth reenlisted noise. A tire blew out. A man swore in the distance.<br /><br />My opponent’s lackey, a shaky little man whose eyes turned to liquid under the heat of his insecurities, looked tearfully to his idol.<br /><br />He said, “You <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ain</span></span></span></span>’t going to lose, huh boss? You still strong. You strong and winning, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ain</span></span></span></span>’t you, boss? You the best swordsman in this part which is every part, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ain</span></span></span></span>’t it boss?”<br /><br />My opponent’s head lowered and sadness filled my heart. I told him not think about it too much, that this happens to the best of us. But it was a lie. I was the best and it never happened to me.<br /><br />My opponent threw his sword into the deepest, noisiest pothole. He walked off despondently, leaving his stupid sidekick to wither in the loud static of his worst fear -- that of being alone.<br /><br />About a month later, I received a delicious fruitcake in the mail. I thanked Bob the Mailman for the delivery and shut the door. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">couldn</span></span></span></span>’t prove it, but something inside me said it was from the sidekick, the fool lackey with slow waterfalls for eyes. Something in the taste of that cake told me that he was going to be all right.<br /><br />But then the dove of revelation flew into my window. I suddenly felt I had arrived in a new kingdom of the mind, and things were going to be different. After so many years of success in business and war, it finally caught up to me. I couldn't do it anymore.<br /><br />I ate only half the cake and threw the rest in the garbage. I climbed the stairs and kissed all of my daughters and sons goodnight. After a short prayer, I flushed my sword and my MBA down the toilet.<br /><br />Watching them swirl and disappear forever into the underworld of anonymous excrement, I thought to myself: we all lose in the end – some of us just by winning way too much.<br /><br />Send a pic if you want to win my affection.Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662539255498163844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-16901098200860846262007-08-05T00:05:00.000-07:002007-08-15T08:20:46.762-07:00Looking 4 Embalming Partner<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/Rq7fZw2enuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HLHq7uOAqcY/s1600-h/personal+ad1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/Rq7fZw2enuI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HLHq7uOAqcY/s320/personal+ad1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093253862305734370" border="0" /></a>Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01764219719153743809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-59566715162150945302007-07-23T18:37:00.000-07:002007-08-13T19:41:30.390-07:00Discount geriatric, refurbished face<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/RsEWUg2enyI/AAAAAAAAABE/6Sivmf7UO50/s1600-h/dogdays.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/RsEWUg2enyI/AAAAAAAAABE/6Sivmf7UO50/s400/dogdays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098380794831740706" border="0" /></a>Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01764219719153743809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-43267657601709446612007-07-14T20:29:00.000-07:002007-08-13T13:41:26.077-07:00Stackable washer and dryerDespite sex-crazed tendencies,<br />a true heart: honest, clean and tumbling,<br />and there is <a href="http://ohficklebeard.blogspot.com/2007/08/tracking-pursuit.html">a guy who exists inside me</a>,<br />sometimes outside, always on high heat.Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13662539255498163844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-89243554007775098662007-07-13T23:51:00.000-07:002007-08-13T20:03:38.770-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/RsEbeg2en2I/AAAAAAAAABk/dR4z9RKOHcU/s1600-h/listen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/RsEbeg2en2I/AAAAAAAAABk/dR4z9RKOHcU/s400/listen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098386464188571490" border="0" /></a>Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01764219719153743809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-15321236997504043742007-07-13T23:27:00.000-07:002007-08-13T20:01:46.144-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/RsEbFA2en1I/AAAAAAAAABc/7rHn7wyrMWI/s1600-h/dodgers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/RsEbFA2en1I/AAAAAAAAABc/7rHn7wyrMWI/s400/dodgers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098386026101907282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/RsEa2g2en0I/AAAAAAAAABU/nPe-Lt3BA0Q/s1600-h/dodgers.jpg"><br /></a>Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01764219719153743809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8232582711895838685.post-49836245694552642632007-07-13T18:27:00.001-07:002007-08-13T19:42:34.183-07:00Harmless parasite needs healthy host<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/RsEWkg2enzI/AAAAAAAAABM/mSCTAiNaNOM/s1600-h/blood.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Oed0-zcJRro/RsEWkg2enzI/AAAAAAAAABM/mSCTAiNaNOM/s400/blood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098381069709647666" border="0" /></a>Rufus Silas Wallyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01764219719153743809noreply@blogger.com0