A: And on the seventh day God looked upon all he had created and proclaimed.... "Let There Be Baxter"
A: In my daddies Lambo!
A: Not to try and bend the spoon, that's impossible. Instead, only try to realize the truth... there is no spoon. Then you will see it is not the spoon that bends, it is only yourself.
A: I enjoy underwater basket weaving and, buttsex
A: Weird shit
A: The fact that I walk around in assless leather chaps, a superman Cap, and those platform shoes that have the fishes inside the heel could in some small way contribute to the me sticking out in a crowd.
A: Dude haven't you read my profile I'm Iron Dong for god sakes... not Iron Good Listener, or Iron Very Punctual... no ITS IRON DONG. So take just one guess as to what my greatest personal trait is.
A: Clearly your booty hole...
A: I would say for the most part I would prefer to stay rite here in Vegas, for my line of work this is more or less the promised land. What I damn sure know is a homebody I am not. I am constantly doing something whether it be fighting evil doers in my yellow spandex leotard and wielding a croque mallet going by the name of the Sunshine Smasher, or working on my Doctorate's Thesis on how the royal family in England are indeed reptilians.
I do like to travel though, you'd be stupid if you didn't. Its a fucking free vacation to where ever you want and you get paid to do it. Umm sign this guy up for that!
A: If were being honest I eat really pretty poorly, I'd say my diet is comparable to what I imagine would be that of a 9 year old child with a large bank roll and absentee parents. It more or less consists of copious amounts of all different sorts of gummies, I'm 93% sure that I consume more fluid ounces of Slurpee in any given week than I do water by a embarrassingly large margin, and I eat approximately 6 to 8 spicy bite hot dogs a week. My only saving grace is some pretty flawless genetics (thank you Dad) and the fact that I am always on the move burning energy and calories.... and brain cells
A: Im not entirely certain that my life has all tha t much style to it but there certainly is a philosophy that I let govern my life. And that is the healing light of our lord and savior Jesus Christ.... holy shit was I joking Jesus is rnot my homeboy. But there is a simple philosophy I do tend to live by and that is do what ever it is that makes me the happiest I cam be with out it negatively affecting anyone else with your actions. Do you while never impeding others from thier ability to do them aswell. Real easy concept but surprisingly tough in application.
A: That I have a son... and dont get to see him as much as I should. I might not have been the best partner but I am a hell of a dad and just want to be there to watch my son grow up. I can forgive and even forget about all that baby momma drama bullshit if it was not for the fact that my son is being used against me as a weapon.
Life isn't always all sun shine and puppy dogs, but you can only succeed if you show up to it. So I put my boots on the ground and occasionally some buttholes then put on the days game face and just trudge along that happy road of destiny.
A: Absolutely nothing... because I would be stupid enough to ruin a great meal eating on that god forsaken sand. The only thing worse than having any sort of meal on the beach is trying to have any sort of sex on one too. So moral of the story if we want to go surfing or skin boarding, or strut around with your arm candy down the boulevard cool, but if you want to have a romantic meal and not sand betwixed your buttchecks for weeks just take me to the Wynn Sky Lofts and get our boughie selves comfy well fed, and properly
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A: I see dead gay people... yes just like the kid from the 6th sense. Only difference is my dead people have only ever been closeted
gay celebrities. It's crazy to find out which famous dead actors turn out to be giant closet cases. Imagine me being like that Hollywood Seance Twink who likes to scribble autistically on a pad of paper while talking to boring non famous corpses. Just with me and my knowledge of the forsaken arts I would create a show where I would actually be able to conjure gay celebraties and then sit them down on my casting couch just like in a BTS interview and then let them have the first ever Gay Dead Celebrity Butt Sex Coming Out (and going in) Party Extravaganza ever to take place.
So naturally I looking for investors; whose interested?
A: The honest answer would have to be my clever wit. There are a million pretty faces plastered on the pages of sites such as these. One thing most men in this profession tend to be physically attractive, however not as many can claim to be intellectually stimulating as well, and there is even a portion of that group that would have to google what the word intellectual means.
I might not be Socrates or Machiavelli but I have read both the Republic and Leviathan. I took that shit real serious like when School House Rock reminded all of us that knowledge is power. Truer words have never been spoken, throughout the years my desire to constantly improve my cognitive abilities has transformed me into nothing short of a remarkable companion.
There is no greater feeling than walking into a room full of people who immediately write you off as arm candy in the beginning of an evening, and by the end of the night your sipping Manhattans from a crystal decanter after the bar has already closed for hours; and those same douchebags are now offering for you to Summer with them in the Hamptons.
Every situation, involving any person, at any point of time, will always work out... every time
A: 1. Butt sex for sure numero uno!
2. My parents, because they are the shit
3. My sense of humor...
4. Silicone based lube because water based is for noobs
5. Dotty's due to my devastating gambling addiction