Okay so im in a low place somewhere between the bottom of my bed and the floor. So if youw have already figured out from past post or the littla avatar thats not an avatar but a photo...I am of the Dark Tanned American lineage. I am in a bad place mainly because of my job but of course you know, when you climb into that cave you tend to remember all of the things you have tucked away down there. The big thing that I try to keep locked in the trunk under 200lbs of trash, has somehow gotten out as of a few hours ago. I am under constant pressure from my family to find a girl do the settling thing and make the babies. There however is one major thing that is holdong me back. I dont really have a preference but I have a need in life to make a mixed caramel baby, and that requires a little vanilla to make. Sadly enough I am not far enough on the spectrum to get this elusive creature called the girlfriend. Im not the super dork that can get a super dorky vanilla chick, nor am I thugish enough to pull that elusive daddy hating girl. Here is my normal run of things: 1) Damn girl you fine, 2) Hey lil momma...wel more like hello my name is ___and I think you are very lovely, 3) Oh well you are very nice and very unlike a lot of the people I know, 4) A friend of said girl sees that I am trying and decides to let me know that she dosent like people with this dark a tan, or she says my father would kill me if we dated.
I am by no means using this as an excuse, it is simply just the culmanation of my experiences over the last 11 years. And no this was not brought upon by the big vday lol ( sounds like big vagina day).
Im just a Tanned gentelman looking for his pillar of salt to lick from time to time with either hot sauce, chocolate, or vanilla topping....swirl is ok to! :)
Peace Out Girl Scouts
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