(heavy eye roll)
I must not understand algorithms because there has to be a reason I’d be matched with someone wearing an Eli Manning jersey, tongue kissing a frightening looking dog and whose idea of a good date is “let’s get drunk and fight.”
I have written about eating thinly sliced meats and fine chocolates off of Jaromir Jagr’s naked torso all day. I’m really great at email.
This is my favorite person engaging in our favorite activity. Testing has made me unavailable and I have not expressed birthday tidings to my number one home snake, shellvetica. Happy birthday, my noblest of friends, both man or beast. Here’s to our 29th year of making it happen!