SIMILAR PEOPLE
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CourterOnline
Man. 32 years old. Zodiac sign: Taurus.
Looking for: woman. In age: 18-34
Names Courter. Ask me anything I’m an open book. Since I don’t want to pay for chatting or liking for anything on here. Please message me On my *** Or text me :***
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DavyOffline
Man. 22 years old. Zodiac sign: Pisces.
Looking for: woman. In age: 19-29
well I'm a fire fighter, I like to play basketball and football..I have 5 tats and want to get more..I have both by ears periced and I like to hang out around a bonfire with friends n family..every once in a while I like to go to the bar for a few drinks so if u like what u hear hit me so we can get to know each other maybe go to the movies or a nice dinner
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DarellOffline
Man. 23 years old. Zodiac sign: Virgo.
Looking for: woman. In age: 20-30
Mr. Jester, has come to engnite banter for whom? who cares... To say he is bare-handed, is only but a bare-faced lie. Homo-sapiens gathered like horses hauling him in a lousy and ancient cabriolet. Although his density is not a burden to hoist, his mouth breeds cheap fumes of ho'kum and hog'wash for which is the fuel that is burned. "We have arrived!" Mr. Jester swoops onto the solid ground, choosing wisely where he is stepping, drooling on the squashed faces that lay on the common man's floor. Loutishly spues out the low-ticket love-feast, robust pig-headed numb-skulls judging every hearty spoon-full consumed by cheapskates also known as the pikers. Usually, an enticing woman emits a distinct hissing sound depending on how comparatively large she might or might not be. Mr. Jester holds his cheeks together plunging into his knees deep in anguish and a torrent of torment. All for hot-blooded hoofers flashing their nipples as if it is the end of our world. Our world is very much alive and kicking, Mr. Jester however is spitting out lilies with a grave over his headThe sea threw conformity, in the air quenching hands of the handsome bull frogs, hopping in a musical stampede for only my eyes to dream and in an unconscious state join the sheep whom are merely not as significant as it may seem, although nothing and everything is..yet also is not.Take another drag of your collection of chemicals. Weather or not you had enough time, you've met them all. Throw it down, let someone else stomp it out. You got your fix! Cut your losses and meet me at the buffet of constant spitted wit. Sunken dreams, and, cluttered disease. If you haven’t gotten it now you’ll never be saved, forgotten slave, pretty babe. Whatever she is...she's laying in her ungrounded bed, covered in her forever surrounded dread. Her last discovery and what deeply confused thee' is when she said "what is the difference between anyone else and me, we all start off spoon fed..just to end up dead!" Is there a plan C the invisible holy ghost that created our entire universe has written and now remains buried beneath? If she goes down now she thinks "maybe, just maybe, i'll get a sneak peak". Talkin about adventure and the element of surprise; romantic interlude