I am a spastically funny oil painter. I'm barrel-chested and boisterous, but also dry and analytical. Extremely forthright, honest to a fault. Salt and pepper hair. I've been told by many that I possess "retard strength" (their words not mine, although if you are offended by the "r-word", we probably won't get along). I don't play videogames.
I will listen to what you say, and remember it!
I'm intense, because I possess emotions. I'm not interested in being cool or chill.
I'm sometimes overwhelmed by my hatred of white people.
My best friend Ebenezer is a lab/pit/boxer/hound. We're a package deal.
Oh, and I'm looking for a relationship. I've never understood "the thrill of the hunt." I want a best friend that I can't stop fucking. Little spoons apply here.
For my 30th birthday I want to be roasted by all my friends.