Seeking Intelligent Life
Dear Boys, Do me a favor, hm? If you want to contact me, PLEASE read my profile before you ask stupid questions. Case in point, the actual messaged conversation that happened moments ago: Him: I am drank. Do you go out? Me: Yes. Might later. Him: I meet you there! Where? Me: You’re in Anchorage. […]
I think…
…that once in a while, everyone should park and make out in the car like teenagers until the cops arrive. It’s good for the soul. *snicker*