Blind Hermit Crabs and the Female Rating System

Okay, this is just going to be a pointless rant on the statement of "He's just not my type". That's complete and stanky BOOSHIT. People just need to be honest, let it be known that you think he was severly beaten with the ugly stick at the age of 3 and then again after puberty giving him a face that only a blind hermit crab could love. I meant we all know that's what someone means when they say "He's not my type". Hell, it's not even just females that use this, it guys too. Hell! I've probally done it too.
Anyways what brought that little rant up was "Frank". Now "Frank" is an attractive young lady, albeit, "not my type". THAT'S A JOKE FOR YOU IDIOTS, and I use that term loosely, THAT DON'T UNDERSTAND HUMOR. Speaking of loose, "Please secure all loose personal belongings before boarding the rollercoaster". Now, back to the point. Upon returning home, "Frank" checked her e-mail before crashing for the night. To her suprise she was the recipient of an e-mail from a classmate asking for her hand in marriage, or actually just on a date...but who really knows. Problem is, she doesn't really know who he is. Decisions, decisions........"Frank" has my deepest sympathies in her plight. Okay, not really, but I'll be there for her if something goes rank.....
I wonder what arsenic tastes like......there doesn't seem to be any websites ont he tastes of poisons and acids.....DAMN YOU GOOGLE!!!! YOU FAILED ME! This is also probally the reason I don't cook often. "Oh this chili is a little too rich....need something to neutralize it....BLEACH!" Anyways all stupidity aside, it's time for my skankass to shower.