hi i am daniel i like going to the movies and out to dinner and i like jazz and soft music and i am looking for a good lady out their call me at 314 6292941 thats in st. louis mo

and i have my own computer bussiness i like building computers and upgrades and a lady i am looking for is big or small its dosint matters

you sound like a really boring dude. you should have no problem finding a woman who will treat you like shit. you'd probably like that wouldn't you? being treated like shit. some cow who will eat your food and plant her greasy ass in the same place in your couch for the bulk of each day grinding her cigarette butts into your wall mart end table and drinking ten high out of dixie cups until you come out of your computer 'bussiness' lair. you'd see her in her full splendor, the fungus yellow nails curving ingrown into necrotic puss filled toes mounted on stinking rashy feet in turn mounted on your coffee table (or rather the old bathroom door on cinderblocks which approximates a coffee table) her swollen ankles spotted and splotched and run through with blue veins bridging a moat of dorito remnants and tooth torn nails from both fingers and toes scattered throughout the brown shag carpet (and when i say shag don't get your hopes up, she's not that kind of woman) just below her knees the dress starts, tattered hem and yellowed, greasy cloth spotted liberally with both fist sized fuchsia and orange flowers and cigarette burns, covering but not disguising her amorphous form, running in and out of her foul cracks and crevasses, yellow darkening in the swamp of her armpits and in the pit of her crotch where her fingers relieve the itch of vermin countless times each day. beneath her chins hair like the legs of a spider creeps up from the darkness of her cleavage, densely populated with bits of the meals of days past. her beard and moustache is spotty but the hair is dark and thick enough to disguise most of the sores around her mouth, her breath so thick it is almost visible between carpeted brown teeth, grey green tongue shifting the virginia slim. little pink eyes stuck deep in her skull. her hair matted into greasy locks, pasted across her forehead. but she loves you buddy.

OMG what a mental picture! LOL. Nate you totally need to write a novel. Mr Townsend, you insult the women on this website by your crappy ass personal ads. Go to matchmakers america if you are so fucking desperate, or better yet, ask your cousin out on a date and see if you can score.

i love it when nate gets tanked. i think nate and janny would make great hosts of some sorta drunken tv show in which unsuspecting fuckos are wheeled on to be berated in similar fashion as this particular fucko.

That would be worth the price of admission!

Mark and Dave do good drunks, too.

i definitely do a good drunk but i don't have that stream of consciousness thing going on. more like puddle of consciousness.

no -- icicle of consciousness.

It doesn't matter if your all drunk,that sounds like fun to me! I'd like a nice size vase next to me so when I tell the asshole "you make me fucking sick" I could actually vomit in it.