Haven't I been trying to save you from that kind of stuff?You have no idea the extremes that playing around with culture stuff can lead to; being unable to get the open news in your socioeconomic status.
Setting in my preferences, I was immediately connected to 27,195 matching players.
As usual, spam found a way through before it could find a partner, it an ad for Fem World, "spend a weekend or a summer.
What do you think I've been trying to set you up for? Did you tell her that I was 6 times divorced and that my penis is 46 years old, not one nanobug to it's puny name? Some women like men who are natural; besides, she has money for nanos if she really likes you as a husband. Besides, it's more about what's in the mind than what's below the belt.
Don't you know that the news for males is filtered now on the net, and that you might do well to take some of my advice? She has a great job and estate; probably she can get you some nanos for your dick, hee hee." "That's what the problem is, alright. You should be more respectful to your sister too, Joe. I saw that you were interested in our ad ..." a dazzling young lady's face said.
We can solve all three of these problems, funding, retirement and the lack of necessary nano-improvements in our shortest internship. I might even like something else if you can shoot me a menu? We have a 67 Craymagnon working up psyches on the bio option that you filled out long ago, net hits too; while the menu is just a one size fits all sort of thing; 200 options, but hey, it's like going to the restaurant and picking something, as opposed to just letting your taste buds tell you what they are hungry for by looking at the real thing behind a counter." "So, like the bio thing is free, and the other menu stuff costs? We find the best clients for our needs, and do much of it off of bios. You are scouted by the company, and they like what they see, so they go to hire you to fill a need that has just opened up and won't be there tomorrow; and then you decide that you don't want to be the finance manager, for which we know you are perfectly suited, but rather, you decide that you want to be a salesperson. I have that on recording, but I have to ask one last question.
What we are talking about here is a win-win solution for us, Joe. " She answered, "It's weird, I know, but the best product on our table is the cheapest and only available for those who sign up right away; an exclusive offer, you see. We can't pay the same for that because our needs are not as perfectly matched, and besides, you'd be a less satisfied employee. Right out of your records and bio; stuff you don't even know about." "OK, I guess. You'll be signing a legal wavers of sexual preference declaration, in effect, so we need to be a bit legal here.At 46, you've only twenty or so years left before that must be a consideration and you are inclining towards less than twenty percent of the recommended funds for even the basics of life. The hospitals already had me rated class 3 due to my low healthcare payload and I was constantly rubbing my last few dollars together, come end of pay-period. We just read your bio in Counter-Culture and to be frank, you can't do any better than that.At the rate of low tech industry erosion, our computers show far less attractive times for you, Joe, particularly under-funded for nano-upgrades as you are, Sir. Lots of our paying clients have told us that the menu approach just isn't nearly as realistic as the free bio read approach and it shoots hell out of the mystery.It was the rage, strong women, now that the fact that 78% of all college graduates were women, and the economic tables had finally turned on top as well.We'd even had a string of four female Presidents in a row, the demographics on putting a woman up for office always having been better, gaining most of the female vote and many of the more liberal male ones as well.Never into the plastic people glam-show scene, Joe went to 488, a game show, he couldn't remember the name of it, a woman's show, not at all unlike the old 'Oprah' shows, only the women were less dumpy, more professional, and for therapy, instead of Doctor Whatshisname, they simply had their boyfriends duck into the pillory wall and got to toss eggs at their heads for prizes whenever the interviewed couples got to a point where they discussed the battle of the sexes in mainly female terms.