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Unadulterated, preservativefree, and no added sugar with a killer wit to match... No bells, no frills, no whistles.. Just satisfaction guaranteed or my dignity back!The powers that be do not grant me with the ability to reply to your messages.. So 1+1=Gimme gimme gimme something to reply to!!! Preferably faster than snail mail but not as instant as a phone call.. ;p It's not that hard really, just think about it till you warm up to it..
Numero Uno: You've got to know how to laugh. No two ways about it, I'm a laugh leech. Sarcasm dry enough to put off John Clese or Billy Connolly and you're a sure winner.Numero Dos: You have to be a topsecret double agent serving in the special covert forces on an undercover ops mission to fuck the living daylights out of me cos the Queen Mother's sanity depends on it. (read: no strings, discreet, yadda yadda yadda for the simple fact that I'm attached in a healthy relationship that I do NOT wish to get out except that I'm just a horny lil bastard with raging hormones looking for some relief.)Numero Tres: Respect yourself. You can have shitloads of moolah with all that you wish for at a snap of your fingers but if ya ain't got no class then I'm sorry but you gotta walk the plank. I on the other hand.. have loads of class but no money. Or whatever cash I've amassed goes straight to that lovely body we so dearly call the government of this island right into their coffers. Golddiggers, go pan your wares elsewhere.
Unadulterated, preservativefree, and no added sugar with a killer wit to match... No bells, no frills, no whistles.. Just satisfaction guaranteed or my dignity back!The powers that be do not grant me with the ability to reply to your messages.. So 1+1=Gimme gimme gimme something to reply to!!! Preferably faster than snail mail but not as instant as a phone call.. ;p It's not that hard really, just think about it till you warm up to it..
Numero Uno: You've got to know how to laugh. No two ways about it, I'm a laugh leech. Sarcasm dry enough to put off John Clese or Billy Connolly and you're a sure winner.Numero Dos: You have to be a topsecret double agent serving in the special covert forces on an undercover ops mission to fuck the living daylights out of me cos the Queen Mother's sanity depends on it. (read: no strings, discreet, yadda yadda yadda for the simple fact that I'm attached in a healthy relationship that I do NOT wish to get out except that I'm just a horny lil bastard with raging hormones looking for some relief.)Numero Tres: Respect yourself. You can have shitloads of moolah with all that you wish for at a snap of your fingers but if ya ain't got no class then I'm sorry but you gotta walk the plank. I on the other hand.. have loads of class but no money. Or whatever cash I've amassed goes straight to that lovely body we so dearly call the government of this island right into their coffers. Golddiggers, go pan your wares elsewhere.
