fuller77 I saw a chick pissing on the street. Get at me, your nekkid a$$ looked good! - Oct 08 add/view comments (0)

I'm here wondering. What semi-true things I could write about myself that would make millions of non-thug dating females drop their drawls, and grab the birth control. This process is harder than I expected when I chose to delete my last personal message. I could write my height and weight, but that seems overly simplistic and quite boring to be perfectly honest. You don't need to know my height and weight. Give me one good reason why you should know my height and weight? The information will do nothing for your "BET on for all your free time" lives. So I'm not going to tell you my height and weight. That's that. What else can I tell you about myself? I guess it would make sense to fill you in on my facial features. But, I would only be feeding BP's shallowest, that I'm not really into in the first place. NO SOUP FOR YOU CHICKENS, GO FIND YOU SOME THUGS. Maybe, I will give a little information for BP's sweetest. Yeah, sometimes you have to give a little in this world. Here it goes. I have two eyebrows, two eyes, one nose, two ears, two lips, and one chin. It all comes together to result in a semi-enjoyable viewing experience. I would date me, and let me buy myself things if I was a female. Guess that's all I have to say about my facial features. Now there's my education level. Which shows that I'm a well rounded worldly man, worthy of your time. Well, I almost got my BA in whatever I was studying, but I got a good job and school took a first class seat on the backburner. I don't think I looked back since. School is pretty over-rated, if you're judging on a purely intellectual bases. Some of the dumbest people I've met in life had college degrees. Degrees always struck me as a achievement for the most untalented among us, so they can drink the kool-aid and fall in line like sheep with the hopes of earning 50,000 dollars. I work with my hands, and mind to make the world a more average place. Put that and your B.A in your pipe and smoke it. Lastly, if you work at Taco Bell... kill yourself. Well, that's pretty much me in a nutshell (or case). I think, I eat, I sh*t, and I live. Live and love yourself and don't have sex on camera for money, or because you're too weak to say no. I'm pretty sure I'm going to enjoy not chatting with most of you. But the few that will cross my path in the form of a note. I promise, I will not bore you.