Check this **** out http://www.paris-hacked.com/
"I just moved here from Florida."
That sentence contains at least five follow-up questions she WANTS you to ask. Where in Florida? What brought you here? How long have you been in the area? What do you miss? How does it compare to here?
She handed them to you on a silver platter. And you said, "Oh cool. I come here every week. I love this band. Ummm... pretty crowded tonight."
She smiled politely. Nodded. And never texted you back.
I was that guy for years. Talking too much. Listening too little. Panicking about my next sentence while she was literally feeding me the answers.
Then I found 22 rules that fixed the whole thing. Rule number one: shut up and listen. She'll tell you exactly what to say.
paris hiltons phone was hacked...
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"Why Women Dump the Guys Who Try the Hardest"
You paid for dinner. You drove. You said "whatever you want is fine" every single time. All the effort, no expectations.
And she left anyway — probably for a guy who makes her pick up the pizza.
Painful. Also predictable. Her mind quietly concludes that anything requiring zero effort from her is worth exactly zero. You became a free sample, and free samples get taken for granted.
The 22 Rules flip the dynamic. Small shifts that get her investing effort, money, and time in you — until SHE'S the one afraid of losing YOU.
Joe The Homophobe
Master Don Juan
who gives a [censored]????
seriously kid, stop watching mtv, that crap is bad for you!
seriously kid, stop watching mtv, that crap is bad for you!
undesputable
Master Don Juan
dont really care...except for lindsay lohan of course. But im not going through the trouble of trying to figure out the other 3 numbers, calling her and seducing her over the phone....or more like calling her, and having her hang up within 2 secs if she even answers.
Alpine
Master Don Juan
Paris Hilton?
If it wasn't for the internet video I'd still swear she had a d1ck.
If it wasn't for the internet video I'd still swear she had a d1ck.
"She Laughed All Night. Then She Ghosted You. Here's Why."
Dinner ran three hours. She laughed at everything. You walked her to her car thinking this one's locked in.
Then: nothing. Two texts. No reply. What happened?
You did what most men do on a great date. You filled every silence, answered every question, and left her with nothing to wonder about. No mystery. Nothing to sit with when she got home.
Rule 3 of the "22 Rules" changes the ending: tell her a little, hold back the rest, and let her imagination do the chasing. The ghosting stops too.
ShizamDaMan
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Pretty funny, but I'd much rather get Lindsay Lohan's number from her in person 
Perhaps if my band makes it big and I move to California... here's to making it happen
Perhaps if my band makes it big and I move to California... here's to making it happen
ha yea http://mitglied.lycos.de/sidekick/address/book.html has all her real #'s, but I think most of them no longer work... either way its still funny ****ting on snobby ass celebs
diablo
Master Don Juan
Call Vin Diesel's number... odd...
Also try Lindsay Lohan... even odder...
Fred Durst is some advertisement for 'a-wolf.com'
Not sure how "real" this is...
Also try Lindsay Lohan... even odder...
Fred Durst is some advertisement for 'a-wolf.com'
Not sure how "real" this is...
undesputable
Master Don Juan
its real....it was on yahoo news too. But who really knows it might be all fake
some of these are legit guys!
http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=1468351&perpage=40&pagenumber=1
I'm tempted to call rhona mitra holy ****.
and the lohan one is legit
http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=1468351&perpage=40&pagenumber=1
I'm tempted to call rhona mitra holy ****.
and the lohan one is legit
"Stop Asking Your Friends What to Text Her"
Your buddy Dave has been single for three years and thinks "hey u up" is a valid strategy. Your other buddy Mike just got dumped and told you to "just be yourself."
You showed them her text. You asked them to decode the emoji. You drafted four responses and sent the screenshot to the group chat for a vote.
She's been waiting forty minutes.
Put the phone down. Stop crowdsourcing your love life. Type something that sounds like you. Hit send. Then go do literally anything else with your evening.