You don't know SIHT about SIHT and PULL UP YOUR PANTS!

In a fit of insanity/stupidity/need to be punished for unknown transgressions, I decided to remove the age filter on my Plenty of Fish profile. And THIS is the shit I receive when I am THAT stupid:

hi there, your (<--- *sigh* poor grammar is SO sexy) a cuttie (See reference point 1), and dont live to (GAH! FUCK! What do my property taxes actually go for these days??? Apparently not teaching people how to get a grip of the English language) far, would like to talk to u (*crawls under desk whimpering and crying*) and get to know u better, (OH MY FUCKING GOD! What did a period ever do to you, so that you decide to completely BOYCOTT using one?) do u have an aol or yahoo screen name (does no one except my select group of friends use gChat? Has Google and my droid phone taken over my life THAT badly? I mean it does contain a MTA subway map with convenient gps locater, my shopping lists organized by aisle, an app with drink recipes, it will tell me what song is on, and tell me how many miles I've walked AND calories burned but... FUCK! Google HAS taken over my life!)? hope to talk to you soon (you are more likely to find a chicken with teeth like a Velociraptor, that you are to get a response from me)!

(1)

CUTTIE
Etymology: From cut.
Noun
Singular: cuttie
Plural: cutties

cuttie (plural cutties)

1. (slang, surfing) Short for a cutback.
2. (colloquial) A t-shirt that has had the sleeves removed.
3. (Scottish) Alternative spelling of cutty. Someone or something common and short or small.
4. (Scottish, archaic) A hare.
5. (Scottish, archaic) The Black Guillemot.


Oh wait... you meant CUTIE! A term that is so hated in my book that the last person who used it casually in my direction came VERY close to getting beaten to death. The only thing that saved them was that I use to work for the department of defense. I waited a LONG time to get my clearance and I don't want to lose it. Plus... my finger prints are on file. I'd be ID'ed immediately if I did do anything.

To cover my thoughts on this clusterfuck of a message, I must paraphrase the great Denis Leary (LOVE HIM!)... "You are 25 years old. You don't know SHIT ABOUT SHIT! And PULL UP YOUR PANTS!"

The latest about the date that will NEVER happen (my safety is key and when I have had 3 people in 1 day tell me in various way that I will end up on the back of a milk carton, I know I am in DEEP shit!) to be posted when I get a chance.