Hi, my name is Patrick. I'm here for the same reason anyone else could be; dating, friends, love, a real relationship, all that. Right now school is in session and I'm taking this semester seriously. I'm an AMMO troop medically retired, so, school is my job now and I plan to get my MFA(masters of fine arts?), Lord knows mechanics aren't my strong point.
Ask me anything, even for new pictures, i just lazily threw those up there. The beard is real, you can tell by the way it bounces when i run. --look at that funny, this guy has a sense of humor and two thumbs. I also developed your favorite food...Spider-Man type fighter I am.
Really never thought it would be so hard to start the first conversation. Heck, I'd answer a woman who asked first, at least I would know she'd want to talk to me. It feels like a numbers game, except I can barely start a convo. What the hell do you say for an opener? The get to know you portion should be in person, if it works out we can make up a great backstory later on filled with action, adventure, comedy, romance, and all that Nicholas Sparks Twilight nonsense...I'm sarcastic but, have a positive outlook. Give a ninja a shot, it might be more than worth it. Alright, now that sounds desperate...yeah, that's the ticket. Right?
I really have faith in the new Ghostbusters.
I think my new activity is going on art walks. That was amazing the other night.
I see this on profiles all the time...I guess I have to add it on mine. NO STUPID tricks trying to run scams. I don't have time to be for fake ass hookers, you got called out on your scam. Just ****ing admit it, be real and truthful. I'm kind not weak, and I know your damn scams.
Really, where the **** are the women at looking for somebody honest and too legit to quit like Hammer?
Thought she was a wild Irish rose/ nope.
She was one of those wild Irish hoes/ sparkin' wild firish flows that are crazier than Bone's/ I'mma light up like cheech with my bong/ when I'm done with my smoke my eyes look like chong's/ I like to get higher than a choir of angels or a court supreme/ here lookin' for love and lovin', buzzin' for somethin', knowing being alone ain't gonna turn my trailer to a home/ so, I guess I'm just a trailer park booooy, sort of slumerican made, I'm a fun arrogant slave to my lord, my comics, and I ain't even gonna change for nothin short of true lovin'/