The London Review of Books has the best personals ever. Just regular joes looking for an average date, assuming you are a crab-juggling fish nerd or a space goat.
My favourite one this week:
I subvert all the expectations built up in this column like a goat in space subverts gravy. Space-goat-esque gravy-subverting pervert (M, 51).
A goat in space subverting gravy? Ah, if only I was available....
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More Personals from the London Review of Books
They always feature the most bizarre personalities, unless I'm just a prude and this is what they're used to on the other side of the pond.
Hee hee hee, he almost had me until the very end. Now I have the giggles and am positively ecstatic I'm not single and looking for a date. Ah, me. I think I'd rather just curl up with my dog and a good book.
Hee hee hee, he almost had me until the very end. Now I have the giggles and am positively ecstatic I'm not single and looking for a date. Ah, me. I think I'd rather just curl up with my dog and a good book.
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