For what it's worth.
Ok ladies, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask that you stop sending me naked pictures. And warning a "hey nice jeans do you wanna tie me to the bed post and pound me until my grandma cums?" Isn't going to get a response from me. I like classy ladies!
Who am I kidding, this is a total joke!
Anyway my true love is named Nora.
She is hollow bodied, made of rosewood and has six strings that I really like to finger. No matter how many pictures you take of yourself from above your head, your tits will never excite me more than your words. That is if you have something interesting to say.
I truly believe that porn and Disney killed love. With all these expectations floating around everyone is terrified of not being good enough or never finding anyone good enough. Websites like these aren't helping us either, sometimes I feel like my entire generation is a bit autistic.
Do not ask what I do for money! I find it rude... If you think the most important thing I do is earn money, then you are a sad sucker. That is no way to live. I milk the system not the other way around. Which makes me more of a man and less of a cow than most. I don't sit around my moms house playing video games and I can afford a decent apartment that is good enough for me it should suffice for you as well.
What kind of god gets himself nailed to a tree, give me Thor over that bitch Jesus any day.
This profile is going to make me sound like an ass...
Maybe I am?
Or maybe this is sarcasm.
Or more likely, I'm jaded... And I don't care about avatars on my iPhone anymore.
Desire is the root of all suffering.
Entropy only increases.
There is no god.
There is no hell.
Right and wrong are subjective.
Everything you can say or do, has basically already been said or done.
We are not beautiful and unique snow flakes.
Orgasms are good for you.