March 12th: SWM Seeking SWF [Text]

[legend_waitforit_dary]

Good evening, Death City. I trust you've been well.

I am a Single White Male seeking a Sexy Weapon Female, in case the abbreviations weren't clear. I'm a Meister, obviously, and apparently my ability is Soul Dazzle.

What else could it have been, right?

Contact me if you'd like to knock resonances... or anything else.

Comments

[legend_waitforit_dary]

Nothing "beta" about me, broseph.

Maybe next time we bump into each other I'll slip a dollar into your thong so you can buy yourself something nice.

[ioudas]

Broseph.

I only strip in the name of science.

[legend_waitforit_dary]

OK. Maybe next time we see each other, I can slip a dollar into your thong and you can buy yourself a test tube, that better?

[ioudas]

Or slip me the funding for the science department and I can make protection for this city so that you're not on the front lines.

[legend_waitforit_dary]

My own funding for wine, women and song is a crucial priority. But once that's covered, sure thing, bro!

[ioudas]

Argh, if you weren't such an insufferable asshole, I'd actually like you.

[legend_waitforit_dary]

Despite my insufferable assholery, some people get over it and actually do. They seem like the happiest, luckiest people alive to me. Granted, I'm biased.

[ioudas]

I call it Stockholm Syndrome.

[legend_waitforit_dary]

They certainly wouldn't. They're too happy to think of anything but Sweden's blonde beauties.

[ioudas]

The people who put up with you are saints.

[legend_waitforit_dary]

If any of them ever make it here and find out you said that, I'll never hear the end of it.

[ioudas]

There's a reason for that.