One not very careful owner. Missed a few services down the years and a lot of my parts are hanging by a thread. The arm that transfers cans of Carlsberg Special Brew to my mouth still works perfectly though.
I’m certainly not a spring chicken, an autumn chicken would be more accurate. In fact I’m more of a scraggly hen whose laying days are long gone.
I do have a few hobbies. I enjoy lying down, grinding my teeth and ignoring the cat.
Would like to meet a hot chick (minimum 9/10) who’s not remotely like minded. They must have their own house, as I lost mine the other week in a game of cards.
It would be helpful if you have a pilots licence as well as there is a small chance (when I say small I mean the big kind of small) that we may need to leave the country at short notice.
I’m an even newer man than the old new man in that I don’t believe in equality of the sexes. It’s far better that we’re really clear from the outset on the division of responsibilities in the relationship. I do nothing, while you, my lucky lady do, everything.
Please don’t be offended if I don’t get back to you following your application. It will either be because you’re not hot enough or because the authorities have finally discovered the bodies I buried in my old back garden.
Would you swipe right or left? Left means you want me. Right means you want me even more.
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