SIMILAR PEOPLE
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AshkanOffline
Man. 31 years old. Zodiac sign: Aries.
Looking for: woman. In age: 18-31
Hi! My name is Ashkan. I am never married other middle eastern man without kids from Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, United States. Now I'm looking for new relationships. I want to meet a woman, love of my life.
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AldwinOffline
Man. 25 years old. Zodiac sign: Aries.
Looking for: woman. In age: 22-32
For fun, I like to hang out with my friends, drink, float the river, camp, hunt, fish, ride horses, shoot guns, play guitar, and sing. I'm pretty good at most of those things too if I do say so myself. I enjoy a good movie, and really like going to concerts, but I'm from a small town so I can pretty much entertain myself with anything. I love being outdoors, and hope I can find someone who enjoys that as much as I do. If you're scared of getting dirty, you should probably look elsewhere. I drive a truck, and wear my hat almost all the time. I love to make people laugh, even if I have to look stupid to do it.I work as a Paramedic.I'm not on here looking for hook ups. Depends on who it is. It'd be cool if we could go hunting, fishing, or horseback riding, but stereotypical dates don't bother me either.
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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