READ THE ABOUT ME BIT BELOW!!!!

I'm 38, hate anyone who isn't me, I'm very angry all the time, and I can't be bothered with all you young folk and your wierd ideas...unless of course you happen to look better in a bikini than my dad.
So don't be coming around here expecting cutting edge political satire or psuedo existentialism, you might leave somewhat unfufilled.
If you don't do sarcasm, fun...or jelly, this probably isn t the profile for you.
Groovy people are more than welcome, but new age PC hippies, vegans, or women who think that they really are Bridget Jones, don't even think about it!
If you have no photo, or can't be bothered to fill in the commenty "about me" bit, and (god forbid) you've stuck on tofu eating sandal wearing tree hugging unwashed hippy crap poetry in lieu of even trying to sound remotely interesting- don't bother, I'm not into enigmas wrapped in puzzles!
Turning up here and making conversation along the lines of, "hey I rated your profile as a ten, go over to mine and do the same", will earn a special place of scorn in Captain Spankypants' bad books ....you have been warned!
This applies doubly to any of you random folk asking to be put on the good lads list (that would be the friends list) without even having a chinwag (this would be a chat)...though to be honest I'm not sure that's a good idea either...you'll work out what a depraved seedy disgustoid I am.
If you can't be normal/witty/urbane/nakedinapaddlingpoolofjelly then don't come here (girls only).
In fact-don't rate my photograph, my profile or even try to enter into any kind of discourse (limited or otherwise) with me...so go on...go away and find some normo...see if I care!
I don't need any of you...I have the spiders under my skin to keep me company!!!

This also apllies to all females who are shocked by the idea that men are interested in the contents of their bras, and the "god forbid" men like doing the underpants Charleston.