If you are married-a-licious and in to thinning hair: Hey, my name is Josh.
Do the right thing. I’m just a guy with a taser.
Do you share an interest in riding me?
I also have a pretty large size. Frankly that is enhanced. We shall have pleasure in ways they won’t understand.
Please read. I feel divorced.
Are you attracted to good-hearted guy shit. Sex is not the winning facility in you. I want your kids.
I have a somnambulant cat who is a non-smoker looking to build an everlasting bond.
Do you love adventure and traveling and willful musculature?
Someone who is safe and will share moments of drugs that’ll pop in you?
And if I fall for you, will you squeeze my hand?
I am truly just a man. I will friend you by any means. My spiritual chemistry is key to finding your anxiety.
You are the very first person.
You will feel attracted to my physical and mental health issues. Your friends should simply be eradicated and if you have flaws that’s ok. Really, soul mate, get a white male with a profession.
Looking for someone who has perfect legs
for passionate sex to be shoved up any race. Story short you won’t last 5 minutes, Mom.
I will not tolerate hobbies. I’m not into the “mentally ill.” I have emotional baggage and a job. I’m looking for people who are interested in parts of my body and associated medical conditions.
23 and living the lint!
I am not a bowl of come. You are the same.