Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I'm obviously super hot. That you can see for yourself. What you may not know is that I'm secretly diverting parts of my mortgage to an account with the sole purpose of enlarging my thunder. I'm a booze hag and a drug runner for NAMBLA. I have an infected stretchmark on my abdomen and my inner thighs are moist for all the wrong reasons. I'm also partnered to a gay divorcee who is forcing me to join The Church of Scientology. He's threatening to leave me for another Earthling who's more dedicated to the Galactic Confederacy than myself. As for the television shows I watch - if it doesn't have the letters OC in it, then I DON'T WATCH IT. Why am I better than you? Well, isn't it obvious? I'm not going to even answer that. I'm too busy with important things like, feeding my exotic fish. He's a beta. EXOTIC. I haven't named him, because he's just a fish. I say "here fish, here fish, get some food". Then I proceed to dump only the finest Beta fish food into his smooth, shiny, plastic fish mansion, as I would like to call it. What else is there to say about me? Did I mention that I'm super hot. Well, if I didn't, just look at me. I'm super hot. LOOK AT ME DAMMIT!! Anyway - if you're super hot, contact me for a few minutes of love making, and I mean only a few minutes. I have plenty of better things to do than you. Who I'd like to meet: I'd like to meet someone with a mirror I could borrow to look at my handsome, chiseled, features.

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