Boot here, got a million things on my mind. First off, been gettin' some odd requests from the ladies. Times are achangin' and gone are the days when guys were the only ones takin' dips in the pervert pond. Used to swim laps myself, but with my re-injury I've been homeward bound eatin' humble pie and impotent ice cream. You know it's about as pleasurable as eatin' french fries with no salt. Anyway, one of these requests a lady wanted to lick my boot! Now I might be into some slow kisses, but straight up licks you may as well eat a bag of warts. Another one asked if she could put me in a bib and feed me soft peas. FYI, just cause I have chronic shin-juries doesn't mean I can't use my arms and eat all the crab legs my food stamps can afford.
Bout ready to merge into the datin' lane again. Been spendin' some time on my recent divorce and hiring an accountant to count my kids. Meanwhile, I'm flirtin' with Disaster (an out-of-work drag queen that goes to Christian Hell, one of the bars in my rotation) and finding odd jobs off Craigslist. If you want to schedule a date, I'll be avail mid-April it looks like and if you need a guy to haul dirt, spin your business sign, fix your computer or walk your dogs (I got a CNA license last time I was in Mexico too so adult diapers, no problem) I'm your guy.