I speak my mind and talk a lot. I do stupid things and regret them tomorrow. I know when to stop but just don't give a f*ck. Someday I'm going to use my hover board and go to Greenland. I have over 10 kids and lost all of them to CPS. I live in the back of my folks trailer park. I shower once a week and wear red lipstick. I can drink anyone under the table and won't remember your name the next day. Al Bundy is my hero, and I want to be just like him. My job? I don't work, I live off your tax money...and child support. :)

Well first you must be tattooed and treat women like crap to even get a chance to discuss this happening. Then you would pick me up on your Harley, wearing your douche-bag bandana, while smoking camel non filters. I would be wearing my dirt-stained white tank with cut-offs and my chucks. You flit my dad off and toss your smoke on my lawn. We would ride through the night to the railroad graveyard where you would already have a blazing fire pit and 4 Pabst tall cans awaiting my arrival. If this sound like you, you may have just found your future Ex wife...