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Oh. My God.

Looks like I'm letting all the brilliant out on to this idea folks. A big YES! to me!

Dating sights are for weens. Drugs are for awesome people who just can't help being as awesome as possible. Sex is also very awesome. Dating is okay.

Drugs and sex. Online. As a dating site. For people who want stability in their relationship with or as a druggie. You can go get drugs, or do them, and do them, then sleep together, and start all over. For a more magical tomorrow... today!

I match you up based on the drugs you do, the music you listen to, the car you drive ( or don't ), the tv you watch and the size of your genitals.

What can I say? I'm fucking thorough.

Because some people just want to have a line and a limp dick to pass out on, instead of a fat baby and cankles.


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