A: Down to a sunless sea.
I am working on a POF time machine that will enable me (and anyone else who can afford the enormous sum I intend to charge for my brilliant invention) to date the beautiful people from the past I see displayed on so many profiles in lieu of up-to-date photos of the decrepit dissolute wrecks we have become. I think it will be a tremendous success…I have just a few bugs to work out once Stephen Hawking returns any one of the hundreds of messages I left on his Facebook page! I am pretty sure it all hinges on cracking the time-weight continuum (TWC) conundrum (because, according to the latest polls, most people -myself included- would much rather go back in weight than in time). It’s really just a matter of applying the components I’ve assembled, i.e., a hammer, some bubble wrap, a framed photo of Albert Einstein, ½ a cup of purple acai berries (TWC), plus a few odds and ends from Aleister Crowley’s toaster oven within a semi-mystical meditative construct.
Thank you to all the wonderful women who stopped by my profile for a look and didn't leave a message. Not to be too judgmental, but what a stodgy gaggle of old fuddy-duddies seem to congregate on POF. Next time, bring groceries!
Adam and Eve sharing an apple fritter at Ssssssssssstarbucksssssssss?
But for me, skydiving from a hot-air balloon to a candlelight supper on a secluded Maui beach, then riding on the backs of genius-smart super dolphins to a scrumptious-yet-calorie-conscious dessert served by a supplicatory, liveried Donald Trump on the fantail of a solar-powered luxury yacht. Is that asking too much? I don't think so!