Maura Murray

Guys, you have to understand. I thought this was a dating site. Do you realize how disappointed I am? I want my 6'4 Norwegian. I want to see Dicaprio win an Oscar. I want to help those cats. That's it. That's all.

melissahouse wrote:

Take off your masks . Everyone ?

My real name is J. Fong. I live with my Granny in the woods. I am 6'4" with red hair and half Norwegian and half Chinese. We make delicacies savored by others as a living, granny and I. She is a baker and I am a hunter and butcher and fisherman!

And YOU?

Melissa is a pretty name. I believe it means honey? Your name is honeyhouse? Like beehive?

Do you like eggrolls?

I am in love with Aldon Howe's Olson . He smells like roses . I would marry him . But he isn't interested .

The real sam shady wrote:

<quoted text> can I taste the rainbow?

You want the rainbow?

You can't handle the rainbow!

The cats are gone . Sorry .

this is a psych ward

melissahouse wrote:

Alden Howe's Olsen is the most dangerous man in America

Who is that? Never heard of him.

I am Melissa House .

I need 100% Norwegian. No fillers.

deductionss wrote:

<quoted text>
It is if you're a 6'4 Norwegian.

How YOU doin'?

What's with this idiot spamming this forum? How could anyone possibly have this much time on their hands?
They have time to continuously post nonsense, pointless posts that as far as I can tell aren't even trying to be funny, or annoying, or anything except pure nonsense; it's really weird & kinda sad that anyone can possibly be that big of a loser.

It's Alden right? Anybody have any other theories as to who it might be?

Ghost House
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Robert Frost (1915)
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I dwell in a lonely house I know
That vanished many a summer ago,
And left no trace but the cellar walls,
And a cellar in which the daylight falls,
And the purple-stemmed wild raspberries grow.

O’er ruined fences the grape-vines shield
The woods come back to the mowing field;
The orchard tree has grown one copse
Of new wood and old where the woodpecker chops;
The footpath down to the well is healed.

I dwell with a strangely aching heart
In that vanished abode there far apart
On that disused and forgotten road
That has no dust-bath now for the toad.
Night comes; the black bats tumble and dart;

The whippoorwill is coming to shout
And hush and cluck and flutter about:
I hear him begin far enough away
Full many a time to say his say
Before he arrives to say it out.

It is under the small, dim, summer star.
I know not who these mute folk are
Who share the unlit place with me—
Those stones out under the low-limbed tree
Doubtless bear names that the mosses mar.

They are tireless folk, but slow and sad,
Though two, close-keeping, are lass and lad,—
With none among them that ever sings,
And yet, in view of how many things,
As sweet companions as might be had.

melissahouse wrote:

The cats are gone . Sorry .

No!

why leto? you tell me

melissahouse wrote:

I am Melissa House .

I am J. Fong. Do you like croissants?

REFRESHEDR: I am the vidoe kking. https://vimeo.com/88106632

I'm still fresher than a popsicle.

Bleh.

Beehives.

I'm outta here.

Jenkins wrote:

What's with this idiot spamming this forum? How could anyone possibly have this much time on their hands?
They have time to continuously post nonsense, pointless posts that as far as I can tell aren't even trying to be funny, or annoying, or anything except pure nonsense; it's really weird & kinda sad that anyone can possibly be that big of a loser.
It's Alden right? Anybody have any other theories as to who it might be?

It must be.

I don't dance with wolves, bears, or bees. I don't eat plastic. I pay my taxes. I respect my Granny. I don't abide rabid monkeys. Or Sasquatch.

At least I have my dignity.