I like to think I'm "with it", especially concerning popular culture, but sometimes I'm forced to Google internet slang or abbreviations.
For example, I was just in a forum where an online "friend" asked us to go to Craigslist and report a poster for spamming. I thought the reason was good enough, so I decided I'd do as asked. After reporting a half dozen times, I figured I had done my fair share and went to the Amarillo part of the site and clicked on "Women Seeking Men".
I found a post of a woman close to my age and read what she wanted in a man. (sometimes it's hard for me to believe just how picky some people are when searching for a match. Me? I'm an "eighteen to eighty, blind, crippled or crazy. You can't walk? I'll tote ya." sort of guy)
Amongst the woman's preferences was "NO FWB". What could "FWB" mean? Furry wrinkled butts? Fair weather boys? Fat Washington bureaucrats?
I had to go look it up.
The first link led me to a dictionary site and said FWB was "four-wheel brake". Unless that was some sort of code, I didn't think that was it.
The second link led to the Fort Walton Beach website. I didn't think that was it, so I didn't even click.
The third link was to the national Free Will Baptists site. For a little while I wondered what the woman had against Baptists. If she was cullin' THEM out, she wasn't going to have many guys to choose from around these parts.
Scrolling down, I found out the most likely definition: "Friends With Benefits". I wasn't for sure what those were, so I read on. (I was fairly certain it wasn't someone already getting their Social Security)
If you still don't understand what an "FWB" is, I ain't tellin' ya. I'll leave that "pleasure" for YOU to Google.
May 4, 2009
FWB
May 3, 2009
Don't Turnip Your Nose
At these fortune posts.
Maybe if I would eat more dark leafy greens, these fortune posts might be....
Well, a more "regular" feature.
I love dark, leafy greens. I really like them with a dab of vinegar on 'em.
Come to think of it, I like my posts with a dab of vinegar on 'em, too.
Strange Question #3
Imagine you are driving a Mercedes at 100 mph. The steering locks. The doors lock. The brakes fail. You can't get out! You're heading for a 1,000 foot cliff! What do you do?
May 2, 2009
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