Okay, apparently I'll have to explain myself.
Back when I was sixteen, shortly after the phone was invented (Kidding!) there was this local chatline thing that my friends and I would call up to harass all the pervs. Strangely, most guys thought I had a hot voice, my friends designated me as the main perv magnet. I'd leave a flirty little message to attract their attention, and when they finally started talking to me and asking what I looked like I'd give them all the same answer. I'd tell them I was 5'0, 300 lbs, with green hair and red eyes (The reverse of what I really have.) had a few teeth knocked out in a car accident, and my ex had tattooed a peace sign in the middle of my forehead when I was passed out drunk. Needless to say, most guys ended our little connection shortly after the whole 5'0, 300lbs thing, but a few hung on till I got to the part about my lost teeth. Anyone who stayed on for the whole thing was then treated to every possible twisted thing I could come up with to scare them off. >_>
