Wednesday, March 17, 2010

TREKKING NEW ZEALAND KNOW THE TRUTH

The Truth About New Zealand
Read these websites before considering going to New Zealand
www.NewZealandOldScam.weebly.com
www.TruthAboutNewZealandWine.com
www.nakedtruthnakedbus.weebly.com

If you, your family, or your friends plan on a trip to New Zealand in the future, especially using a “Working Holiday Visa”, then read this first.

Entry requirements for tourists vary in accordance with the country of which you are a citizen. An American may be granted a 90 day Tourist visa after completing a simple form distributed on the plane and receiving a stamp from the immigration officer upon arrival. The Working Holiday Visa is generally a one year visa receivable after such a visa is applied for through the New Zealand Embassy of your country.

The Working Holiday Visa program is an agreement between participating countries under which individuals under 30 years of age can, with little effort, acquire a visa of varying length and conditions to both work and travel within the host country. It is a wonderful opportunity for those of that age group to travel and live in other countries and support themselves while doing so, provided they are not subjected to illegal or unethical behavior of criminal elements of the host country. In the case of New Zealand, the country failed beginning even before my son William, aka Beau, even landed in Auckland.

Wipe away any of your preconceptions of what New Zealand is supposed to be; the country where the Lord of the Rings series was filmed; a nation in which sacrifice and honor were rekindled among men actually reeks of corruption. A country lush in physical geography, with a population of only four million people and sixty million sheep, a nation ripe for tourism and technological development, cannot seem to see the forest for the trees. What Beau discerned about the true New Zealand makes me wonder if the convicts sent to Australia in colonial times were actually dumped in New Zealand by mistake.

In The Beginning
This story actually begins at the in Los Angles International Airport, California – before Beau even left the United States. At the Air New Zealand check-in counter, he was told, without exception, that before Air New Zealand would allow him to board their plane he would have to obtain a forwarding airline ticket out of New Zealand and the one way ticket he currently held did not fulfill this alleged visa requirement.

Beau pointed out to the ticket agent that his Working Holiday Visa clearly stated, in bold print, that no forwarding ticket was required in accordance with the requirements of the visa. The agent coldly stated she did not care what his visa stated, in bold print, and they would not issue a boarding pass until he complied with the demands of Air New Zealand.

The SCAM of extortion against Beau was set in motion; he was instructed to proceed to the Air New Zealand purchase counter and that an agent there would sell him a one way ticket to Australia for a flight two days in the future, and that before then he could cancel the ticket for a partial refund; Air New Zealand would keep $100 USD of it.

Beau repeatedly argued with these agents but to no avail, so he proceeded to buy the exit ticket from Auckland to Sydney for USD 573.57, an unprecedented USD 300.00 more than the normal rate for either Air New Zealand or any competing airline. With his exit ticket purchased through extortion, and now shorted USD 573.57, he was allowed to board the plane, and he arrived in Auckland the following morning.

As soon as I found out about what happened the day of his arrival I contacted the New Zealand’s immigration office at the Auckland Airport and demanded an investigation into this criminal behavior, wanting to know if the immigration department was in on this SCAM also. Immigration responded within 24 hours, stating they had no knowledge of any problems occurring either at LAX or during Beau’s arrival at the Auckland airport and that, according to the records supplied by Air New Zealand, he had properly passed through check-in and customs without incident.

The full story of what had happened came out within the 48 hours from Beau’s arrival at the Auckland Airport. Immigration’s investigation stated the problem was with Air New Zealand and if there is any doubt regarding passengers entering New Zealand the airline agent is required to immediately contact the immigration office by phone for clarification. My son visited the Air New Zealand office in Auckland the day following his arrival to try and get his money back and was told without any hesitation from the staff they “don’t care” what his visa said; for anyone get on their plane an “onward ticket is required”. This statement confirmed that what happened to Beau was no misunderstanding, rather a calculated con-game orchestrated by Air New Zealand to skim extra profits off the unsuspecting, either through the $100 ticket refund charge or the inflated price of the actual ticket should the individual give up and take the loss on the overpriced ticket.

Air New Zealand did refund the entire amount and apologize for the incident, but only after Immigration was notified along with the manager of LAX Airport and the New Zealand Prime Minister’s office. Air New Zealand is owned by the government of New Zealand, so you best beware of this airline and all business in New Zealand as the rest of this story will show.

Blenheim Slavery
Months before Beau left for New Zealand, I investigated temporary job prospects for him once he got into the country. The vineyard pruning work in the Blenheim looked like a good entry point for him and the websites were numerous offering jobs specifically to backpackers. I picked the company with the best looking website in the vineyard area of Blenheim with this assumption: “What could possibly go wrong in New Zealand with a population of 4 million people, who are vastly outnumbered by the sheep?” There was never as much as a hint as to what my son would encounter before he began to work in the vineyards.

He began writing emails to me regarding what he saw and the conditions under which he, other backpackers, and a previously hidden group of Malaysian immigrants worked. What he discovered was the vineyard owners hired foreign contractors, especially Indian and Pacific Islander, to bring in large groups of Malaysians and other SE Asian groups to work the fields, keeping them corralled up after work in confined locations as prisoners; the contractors confiscate the passports of their new slaves so they could not leave, overcharge them for food, overcharge them for overcrowded accommodation, and then pay them peanuts. Barred from consuming alcohol and chained with absurd curfews, these slaves are not seen in public; these workers are out of sight and out of mind, working long hours and paid far less than the required minimum wage in New Zealand until someone, like Beau, stumbles upon the operation and exposes it to the world.

Backpackers are enticed by ads on the Internet, at such sites as www.BackpackerBoard.co.nz www.SeasonalJobs.co.nz, to work for these contractors and the New Zealand Government promotes the idea of having backpackers come to their country for up to a year on the Working Holiday Visa to work in the agriculture sector. One of New Zealand’s chief industries is tourism, and what better way to expand than for the government to promote the youth of the world to visit and supplement a large labor force in agriculture. If the agricultural industry was all legal, the Working Holiday Visa program would be great for both the government and the backpackers. Sadly, this is not the case; please read the websites my son published before even thinking about working in the agriculture area of employment in New Zealand.
www.NewZealandOldScam.weebly.com
www.TruthAboutNewZealandWine.com

I spent a month traveling through New Zealand in my six month, ’round-the-world backpacking trip, and what I found buffered everything my son had to say. During my stay at my brother’s home in Australia, my brother warned me about New Zealand: “They will try, in any way they can,” he said, “to pick the last dollar out of your pocket before you leave”. This was a good description for what Beau and I were to unveil.

New Zealand is a beautiful, lush, green tourist location, but certainly not unique. I traveled from one end the the other and the best way to describe it is a shrunken version of the the United States. The renowned mountains of south island are like a miniature version of the Rocky Mountains and Alaska and having traveled through the Rockies many times and to Alaska I saw nothing in New Zealand that compared in the size or grandeur of that in the USA.

Christchurch was my favorite city and the outskirts of it were like a time warp. I walked the 6.5 miles from the airport to the city center and the sights and vegetation and the smell were like going back in time to 1950’s New Jersey.

The capital, Wellington, and Auckland further north are port towns with nothing over such similar locations on the pacific coast of the USA.

My evaluation of New Zealand was it had nothing which I had not seen may times before, however pleasant, and I preferred to visit the western USA for its far grander landscape.

The Kiwi People
You cannot understand the people of a nation until you have traveled amongst them in their home country. The Kiwi people are not at all what I expected them to be, coming from British and Irish stock. They are generally a spineless, cowardly bunch that would rather surrender their country to foreign invaders than stand up for their rights. I stayed in hostels during my month in the country and the repeated word I got from the management of the hostels was they did not care for Kiwis either. I sat and talked to the owner of a Subway sandwich shop in Blenheim and he also had nothing good to say about Kiwi workers: they were lazy, undependable, and semi-literate, which sums up the general population; instead, he hired European backpackers exercising the Working Holiday Visa program.

Business owners across New Zealand and I did not trust them as I felt, as my brother predicted, they trying to get the last dollar out of my pocket before I left. I deduce, if there were not foreigners here to actually work, the country’s economy would implode; it will destroy itself because the spineless, non-confrontational, “sweet as” nature of its people who are allowing corrupt foreign corporations and individuals to take over.

New Zealand is an easy target as very few have the courage to do anything and they are usually foreign like my son or a Kiwi with half American or European blood. New Zealand has such a tremendous opportunity in tourism and the development of hi-tech industry, but the petty philosophy ‘grab the fast dollar today and forget about tomorrow’ of local businesses combined with the take over by corrupt foreign businesses is destroying the country.

The bus company NakedBus.com is a perfect example of a corrupt, money-grubbing business that my son has exposed in the website www.nakedtruthnakedbus.com. The few Kiwis that have honest businesses are being hurt by all the corruption and are too frightened of retribution to take a stand. The New Zealand Government is corrupt from it’s highest executives to it’s lowest inspectors. Prime Minister John Key knows full-well of the slave operation in the vineyards and the abuse of the foreign backpackers, but does absolutely nothing about it. The government knows, from the Prime Minister’s office to the local inspector, because Beau and I have repeatedly informed them of the slave trade throughout the winter and spring of 2009 and into the summer of 2010. There is no excuse for such inaction. One very bright German lad I met in Wellington said it best:

“Why should I stay here to work and get abused by businesses when I can go back to Germany where the workers are protected by real labor laws and the pay you actually get is twice that of New Zealand?”

This young fellow, like Beau, is very bright and would be a major intellectual asset for New Zealand. Thousands of such bright minds visit the country each year with the intention of staying, but the New Zealand Government and it’s people piss away their best chance to be a stellar beacon of prosperity in the world…for the fast dollar. My son came to New Zealand with the intention of staying and attending University there, eventually gaining citizenship. After nine months of being cheated, lied to, and extorted, he now wants little from New Zealand. My son’s websites and the following emails he sent to me really describe the Kiwi mentality best. Before you or your children go to New Zealand, you should at least know what your up against:

From: Beau Burdge
To: Chris Burdge
Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2010 00:50:14 -0500

I’ve had no luck job searching here in Taupo. I just filed some applications today, so I will be waiting for a response this week, but I’ve had more problems with one of the foundations of this country: lies. This country is built on lies. I asked at every single hotel, motel, and hostel between my hostel 3km out of town and the town center, and every single place claimed they had no vacancies. Then, a few days ago, the local newspaper came out, and three of those places advertised staff vacancies. I went back to
them the day of the printing of the newspaper and they first denied they had such a vacancy, almost denied the advert was theirs, then claimed the vacancy was filled. I just looked at that Christchurch
article again on the motels closing down and I can tell you now that I am more than happy that they are suffering. Those lying, cheating bastards deserve it.

From:Beau Burdge
To: Chris Burdge
Date: Fri, 05 Feb 2010 23:42:49 -0500

I’m confident I’m already a lot better at technical analysis than I am at finding standard employment. In New Zealand, you are expected to give 110% towards the job so the employer can hand you that extra 10% back in return as their entire contribution. There appears to be no respect whatsoever for the employee. What is very telling is their old Employment Contracts Act 1991, which made the employee and employer equal in the eyes of the law, ensured the right to receive employment records, etc. That was thrown out and replaced with the Employment Relations Act 200(1?) which has apparently stripped the employee of many employment rights originally granted in ECA 1991.

On my website, I write that although the ECA was replaced by ER Act, the complete failure to mention the clauses regarding the employee’s right to employment records means they are still in effect to some degree. That is only being optimistic though.

Read these websites before considering going to New Zealand
www.NewZealandOldScam.weebly.com
www.TruthAboutNewZealandWine.com
www.nakedtruthnakedbus.com

The Root of All Evil
However, to be fair to New Zealand, one more subject must be noted: money. In his travels in New Zealand, Beau found that the most wonderful aspects of the country involved no transaction of any kind, while the worst experiences always revolved around the acquisition or extortion of money.

The Naked Bus debacle was centered around hoarding passenger fares for services not rendered. The Slave Labor in Blenheim is a conspiracy to make large profits. The inactivity of the New Zealand government is due to profitable bribes from major institutions that are the real masters of New Zealand. Air New Zealand scammed Beau and others because it was profitable. What Beau discovered is the moment money becomes part of any situation, it changes it for the worse and the purpose of the interaction between the business and the customer becomes solely the acquisition of wealth and be damned with the quality of product or service rendered.

When a backpacker works for accommodation, as Beau did across the country, he meets the best kind of people. Neither the (honest) backpacker nor the (good) host attempts to short the other. On the other hand, when money rather than service is the purpose of a relationship, he who stands to gain shorts as much as possible he who stands to pay in order to extract maximum profits. This is true for hostels in cities like Queenstown, where local hostel owners and bar managers claim there will be work “in a few weeks” just so the backpacker stay at their hostels and drink at their bars, unpaid, for those weeks waiting for work that will never come. This is true across New Zealand, where a backpacker can go for months without finding any work for which he is “eligible”.

Eligibility should not even be a problem, especially for jobs like washing dishes, shoveling dirt, changing beds, washing sheets (with the help of washing machines), etc. However, because money (wages) is a part of the exchange, the business forgets common sense and focuses on the extraction of profit. It takes a half-hour to train an employee to do any of the above jobs, yet the business sees that half-hour as lost wealth and refuses to hire anyone without “experience”. In the real world, experience in washing dishes, particularly with a dishwasher, is completely irrelevant and it is idiotic to request references for such a position. To cut costs, however, businesses in New Zealand demand references and experience for the most basic, first jobs, so they can spare the thirty minute training session and maximize profit.

You have to have had a first job before you can get your first job.

This is not only the opinion of a backpacker, but also the testimony of a number of Kiwis who themselves cannot find employment; Kiwis just out of high school or college, who are in a tight space – people who have no “work experience”, making them “undesirable”, and in defense must confess their age, being 15-20, to explain their lack of “experience”, thus making them, once again, “undesirable”.

The moment money is not an object, life in New Zealand is wonderful. Working for accommodation and hitch-hiking across the country have been amazing experiences for my son, per his own testimony, but the moment he walks into a store or pays for accommodation at a hostel, the giver is replaced by the deceiver. There are exceptions, but not enough to negate the rule.

William Burdge
Beau, my son and author of the attached websites, is an exceptional young man. He was a straight “A” honor student his first 12 years of school, has at least a genius IQ, has lived in Europe and traveled through it five times, and has the best soul of anyone I have known and all at the age of 18 on his arrival in New Zealand. Below is his college profile for which he won a Discus Award:

http://www.discusawards.com/winner.php?id=1101

William Spencer Burdge
12th Grade, FL
ATTRIBUTES
Academics
I’m a perfectionist. I have been at the top of my class since first grade and that was never enough for me. Discovering how mechanisms work (and how they could work better) is my passion, be they appliances or social systems. I do my research on everything I learn so I know the truth. I find pleasure in learning and satisfaction in using what I know to benefit myself or others, and I enjoy the challenge of debating what I and others have learned, which is in itself a learning experience. If I’m wrong in what I think or assume, I win because I have learned something from it.
Community Service
While my “traditional” community service, the work you do in exchange for recorded hours, is not my specialty, a more potent form of community service is. I am a co-founder of the unofficial Burdge Law Office (no website yet). This started with one website my father and I published about a man who brutally abused my family. This website, and the others that followed, use the open forum of the Internet to tell the truth about individuals and organizations who violate peoples’ rights. Some would call me a whistle-blower, others a muck-raker, but in the end I am standing up for what is right, for my rights and others, demanding justice when justice systems fail, and that is all that matters.
Technology
I have a philosophy about technology: if you can’t invent it yourself, invest in it. I research new technology on a regular basis and I come up with my own ideas that I will put into practice before, during, and after attending university. My passion is to discover the inner workings of devices and ways to improve upon them. For instance, I theorized that falling water power generation would be more productive than standard hydroelectric power with horizontally flowing water. I was told it would not work. Then I got to see the idea in action, both on television and in person while I traveled in New Zealand. Given the opportunity at a university, I will be able to make more of these developed ideas into developed patents.

[Via http://trekkingnewzealand.wordpress.com]

New 4* Hotel in Rioja

The  Rioja  region is to opened its new, three-suite  hotel on March 16,  it’s name,  Viura, is from the white grape grown around these parts. 

The hotel is found in the small town  of Villabuena de Alava at the foot of the Sierra de Cantabria. With several terraces with views the mountains and the 16th century San Andres Church it’s a great base for wine-lovers.

It’s a modern hotel in a charming old town, and a glorious area for oenophiles.

Villabuena de Alava has a several wineries including Luis Cañas, Izadi, Baigorri and Arabarte. The town and is only 20 minutes from Logroño.

Internal flights are available from Madrid  into the local Logroño-Agoncillo  on Iberia Airlines.

[Via http://luxuryuktravel.com]

2 Weeks Til Miss Jacquie Becomes a Mrs

First, let me say that Jacquie has been one of the most fun brides to work with!  We were introduced by my sister, Rachael, and I couldn’t be more happy she did!  With less than two weeks until the big day, the task list is long.  But we are  making speedy progress! Sunday night Jacquie, her mom and my sister all came over to my house to get down to business.  What we weren’t expecting was my fridge to die that day.  Needless to say, my kitchen was filled with wedding thoughts and lots of warm, thrown away food.

One of the most creative seating charts I’ve ever seen … little cut out squares of paper all taped to ….

A CAPTAIN CRUNCH BOX!  Doesn’t get any cuter than this!

First on our list was the programs:

We created a tri-fold program that matches the invitations perfectly (if I do say so myself).  These will slip into a sapphire sleeve with a white band around it.  I would love to post a photo to show what I’m describing, but that would mean I’ve got one finished.  Not so much …. Jacquie still owes me a small amount of content.  Once I have that, it’s off to the printer I go to be followed by lots of folding.  I’m insane … I love this stuff!

Next on our our list was the guest book:

We went around on this one for a while.  We started with possibly two guest books, to a photo frame for signatures, to signed rocks in a pond (decided that with just over 200 guests, there  would be WAY too many rocks!)  We decided on a coffee  book table on wine … to really drive home the home made wine favors.  I just finished the guest book tonight.  It’s complete with a wide variety of photos and quotes on the fine hobby of wine.  Check out a preview here:  Preview Jacquie’s Guest Book

Last but not least … center pieces!

I can’t take any credit on this one.  It was ALL Rachael.  Her and Jacquie put together really cute vases with water, floating candles, glasses pebbles and of course some flowers.  SO cute girls … I  can’t wait to see the room filled with them!

Not a second to spare, next on the list are wine bottle labels, name tags to slip over the neck of the bottle and finish off the list with place cards.  Sunday we continue our tasks with gluing of ribbons on vases and counting of glass pebbles.  Ok … scratch the counting, we are going to guesstimate (sorry Mrs Martell!)!

Jacquie is not only going to be a drop dead gorgeous bride, but she is always an amazing woman and friend!  And Doug … we’re getting a taxi!

Love Mel

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Monday, March 15, 2010

Table for One

I’ve gotten pretty used to eating alone and no longer hesitate to go out to eat alone.  Yesterday I had a rather enjoyable  early St. Patricks Daymeal of beer, fish and chip and a good book.

What We Eat When We Eat Alone By Deborah Madison

(read while in Madison, Wi and eating alone fittingly enough)

It reminded me that there can be a certain romance that can exist in the self-indulgence of eating alone. It has occured to me  the I feel a little like I’ve forgotten how to cook for someone else. (Now don’t get me wrong, dinner for 10, I still have confidence enough for). But this book, as it described the quirky meals people make for themselves, made me consider my own solo meals. Many of which are as, Madison puts it, “very personal foods… and are not easily shared” Such as my diner before my rock climbing date on Friday: a wedge of laughing cow cheese and two soft boiled eggs eaten with Frank’s Red Hot.  Eggs, in any form, though usually boiled and never for long enough, with Frans are one of my most frequent meals. So far what I love about this book is that some how it makes me feel warm and fuzzy, almost protective, about my two egg meals or “wine in the bath” dinners.

I’ve gotten pretty used to eating alone, being alone. Its nice to find something that makes me value my alone time. Instead of just accept it.

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Tempting Food And Beer Are Attractions For Any Dining Place

Whenever you want to have the best time and fun filled moments, they would not be completed with the right kind of cuisines. These cuisines have an importance of their own and they add more value and worth to any meeting. When you want to meet some one special in a casual and fun filled way then there can be no better place than a café which provides you the comfort of having a conversation with your friend without any problem along with providing the beautiful and superb environment to you. You can always enjoy your sitting in those places because these are such informal places that are perfect for those who want to have the best environment combined with the ease and comfort of sitting at any place. The food of these cafes is usually very delicious and you can have them at reduced prices as compared to other famous restaurants of your area. You can find many attractive deals for the lunch and also for the breakfast that provides sumptuous food to your taste buds. You would be totally lost in the kind of atmosphere that would be created in that place.

There are plenty of other things that contribute towards making these places a perfect place for you. You can easily enjoy your time sitting there even if you are alone and can relax and ease out your mind. You would forget about all of your tensions once you would enter any such place. If you are alone and want to work on the Internet then you can also take your laptop over there and can easily sit there and work as most of these cafes have the facility of the wireless Internet and it allows you to work while having the most aromatic coffee over there.

If you are a fun lover and want to have a little chat with your friend then you can easily invite him over and have the best conversation ever while enjoying this beautiful environment and having a glass of the world’s finest beer or wine in such places. The whole dining experience would be expanded because of these cafes. Some of the cafes are also made at such a place that provide you water views & licensed to make sure that they have the right to make their cafes over this place. This immediately boosts the beauty, look and feel of these cafes and more people are attracted towards them due to the perfect views.

With magnificent water views in the Port of Eden, the Wharfside Cafe has built a widely recognised reputation  for the freshness and quality of the food and beverages it serves. For more information please visit: http://www.wharfsidecafe.com.au/

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Friday, March 12, 2010

Ten Days In

. . . in to my 30 days of being dry, that is.  No alcohol.

In a previous post, I mentioned that I’d be going dry for 30 days in solidarity with my wife (she’s doing a 30 day diet/exercise regime).  In the interest of full disclosure, I must declare that I did, indeed, finish the Cotes Du Rhone that was already opened.  Hey!  It was open!

Otherwise, I haven’t been drinking at all.  I wasn’t sure if I’d want to participate, but, since I went to the trouble of writing it down, I find myself compelled to do the 30 days.

It’s science.

The only effect, so far, has been the realization of how much a habit of drinking wine with dinner has been.   I catch myself absently casting about for that mysterious “something” I’m missing.  Then I realize, oh yeah, no wine with dinner.   And so I have water and that’s been okay.

I’ll probably have a Guinness on St. Patrick’s day, or a glass of Jameson.  Or, again, I might not.

Darn science.

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Friday round up and the weekend countdown

Happy Friday all… by which I mean Congratulations on surviving the week :-)   Here it’s raining and chilly (so much for that spring weather… but it does give the three short sleeve shirts I own a break), and sanity is waning… So thank you all for sharing your life survival tips.  Please take a look at my other blog, focused on the fine line we women professional tread:

http://LifeForward.onsugar.com

Thank you to David who left the following:

A glass of warm, quality whiskey (you’ll never find Jack on my shelf!) always does the trick for me. If something’s racking my mind, by the time I’m bottoms-up, I’ve straightened everything out. Or I’m asleep. Either way, it’s not an issue for at least a couple hours

I’m not a great drinker (Actually what I am is a cheap date… I like appetizers better than entrees, chicken better than fish, and beer waaaay better than wine since wine gives me a headache…even half a glass), so I can only say that the power of sleep is fantastic.  Seriously — You get to turn off, let your subconscious deal with whatever is going on and if you’re lucky, wake up at the end of a REM cycle without remembering the weird dream that may or may not hold the answer (or whatever part of the sleep cycle is optimal… I get up at the same time every day so its like sleep roulette).

David, if you’re Jewish and as good looking as your blog is adorably funny (which is a lot by the way), please let me know… After a colleague interrogated me this morning rapid-fire style:

Her: Do you have children?

Me: No (The fact that my office space has pictures of my dog and absolutely no picturs of children probably should have told her that one)

Her: Are you married?

Me: No (trying to walk faster to catch up with ANYONE ELSE)

Her: Do you have a significant other?

Me: No (now fearing that she thinks I’m a. gay or b. the unibomber), Mr. Right hasn’t shown up yet and I’m between Mr. Right Nows

Her: Long lecture on a lot of frogs

Me: (Polite smile, mentally calculating odds of moving offices and/or buying a husband/family online to end awkward conversation and preclude all future encounters)

I obviously need proof that goodlooking (or not deformed) straight single men are still out there…somewhere… 

Have a great weekend all :-)

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