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Man who is still fairly certain one day he is going to go into outer space. m4w (London)
I always wanted to be an astronaut but thought it safer to be an astrophysicist. Then I swapped that for being an atomic physicist because I ticked the box that said mad on the form where I chose what sort of scientist to be, so I had to have a lab. At the moment I don't have a hunch back assistant and tend to sing rather than laugh maniacally in the lab.
If its any consolation, I do blow things up fairly regularly and enjoy the odd electric shock.
As dreams go, if the outer space thing doesn't work out, I'd love to open a little bar (I'd call it h). I sometimes invent cocktails for h, the most recent is the "beer hugging muso" which is a pint of Guinness served in a glass.
|Blobfish aka an unhappy, drooling version of 'Ziggy'.|
Related: Ick-thyologyMAN SEEKING WOMAN w/BLOBFISH - 45 (Outside Sydney)Hello,
This may sound like an odd request, but I am looking for ...a blobfish. I find them to be the most saddening yet erotic of all of the great creatures roaming the seas. I am looking for a woman (possibly a marine biologist *hint hint*) who isn't afraid to know the blobfish in a biblical sense.
Don't worry about this being a bestiality thing, I just get highly aroused when I see a picture of a blobfish, and would very much so like to get that sense of ultimate pleasure from a real blobfish, sitting near me as I continue my loving.
This will need to be a real and true relationship, as you just can't take away something so majestic. I'm sure that, with the help of the blobfish, our love will flourish and become a beautiful romance of the deepest nature. (get it? because the blobfish is found in the deepest oceans.)
Hopefully my dream woman with my dream blobfish is out there, searching for me.
Come with me to an Evil Dinner: Slave - 44 m4w (SF)The perfect encounter will be this:
Meeting you at one of our local eatery's. Plying you with ample alcoholic libations. Enjoying a nice piece of animal flesh. Tipping the waiter only 10% instead of 15 to 20% (Because we are EVIL!)
Taking you back to my lair. Removing your Gothic Garb, laying you roughly upon my "Sacrifice Altar" (Twin size futon), and promptly begin to nibble on your Satanic Slit. (Please shave before the ritual, as it's hard to be evil when you got pubes stuck in your fillings)