Slice me off a piece of that man-meat

I'm sure that, at first glance, you thought I was gonna destroy this guy. 

I'm not.

I have no idea what his deal is. He couldn't possibly be looking for an actual woman -- but that said, why the hell is he on here? To demonstrate his stellar knack for eccentric satire? If so, he's succeeded, but to what end?

His writing is ridiculously entertaining in the most unconventional way. Take a look at the narrative. "Man-meat"???  OMG - it's like he's doing my job for me.

And some of the other stuff -- seriously, how does one make this up? If I sat around all day and tried to dream up bullshit answers like these, I'd never come up with anything remotely as off the wall as he has. “…the geese are easy to catch”? “…herbicide containers”? It’s not so "out there" that you assume he’s smoking crack. And it’s not so imbecilic that you think he’s just a clueless dumbass. Honestly, it’s kinda smart while completely inane -- and maybe that makes it smarter. So where does he dream this stuff up?

Anyway, I’m almost tempted to email him. I’m very intrigued. I don’t even care if he really does have a 6-inch-high ginger afro. Actually, if he does, all the better for my blog. I’m not going to marry him. I just want to see what makes this hunk of man-meat tick.