Blah blah, whatever. Indifferent woman. Go ahead and write. Box no. 3253. Like I care.
Your stars for today: A pretty Cancerian, 35, will cook you a lovely meal, caress your hair softly, then squeeze every damn penny from your adulterous bank account before slashing the tyres of your Beamer. Let that serve as a warning. Now then, risotto?
Attention male London Review of Books readers: 'Greetings, earthling -- I have come to infest your puny body with legions of my spawn' is no way to begin a reply. Female, 36 -- suspicious of any men declaring themselves to be in possession of a 'great sense of humor.'
I'm just a girl who can't say 'no' (or 'anaesthetist'). Lisping Rodgers and Hammerstein fan, female lecturer in politics (37) WLTM man to 40 for thome enthanted eveningth.
Love is strange -- wait 'til you see my feet. F, 34, wide-fitting Scholl's.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Bizarre London Personals
Posted by Mike at 3:12 PM
Labels: Totally Sick Shit
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The profiles on your blog scare me.
What scares me more?
The fact that me, a relatively sane(and I use that term loosely) person is probably getting less action then them.
Ah me. Sigh.
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