I'm possibly the most interesting person you'd meet in a real long time, but it's apparent that most won't read this. So with that said, I strut around the local 7eleven whilst drunk...looking for food to devour. Jalapeño Kettle chips and Monsters at 4am. I laugh when fat kids, who are misbehaving, fall and cry. I think to myself, "What A Wonderful World." Please type with some common sense.
P.S- That's not a "monkey bite," it's called eczema. Don't know what that is? Look it up.
P. S. S- Most of you talk about finding someone who's "real" and "down to earth," a guy that's "funny and romantic" but don't know how to handle zed guy when he comes along...saddening...really.