This is a special site dedicated to marrying me. I am available for mariage to any cute girl in the whole world. You need to be really cute though. Almost all other qualities are irrelevent.
DUE TO CONCERNS OVER BEING ARRESTED FOR FREE SPEACH I HAVE REMOVED EVERYTHING PENDING A REVIEW OF MY USE OF FREE SPEACH TO ENSURE IT IS COMPLIANT WITH THE UK POLICE STATE LAWS RESTRICTING FREE SPEACH. LETS FACE IT, FREE SPEACH DOESNT EXIST - THE NEW WORLD ORDER IS HERE AND ITS DESTROYING LIVES INCLUDING MINE. I WILL BE RETURNING CONTENT AS AND WEHEN I HAVE REVIEWED IT FOR POLICE STATE COMPLIANCE WITH NEW WORLD ORDER RESTRICTIONS ON FREE SPEACH.
I WOULD JUST LIKE TO ADD THAT I THINK IM GOOD LOOKING IN THE ABOVE PHOTO I CANT BELIEVE MY LIFE IS SO SHIT. I THINK THAT DOESNT PUT ME AT RISK OF FREE SPEACH CRIMES. I BLAME GOOGLE WHO I BELIEVE TO BE AN EVIL ORGANISATION. I ALSO DONT BELEIVE THAT BREAKS ANY FREE SPEACH LAWS.
If you fit this outline then get in touch and well get married. If not, then click here.
Girls that marry me are always happy girls that enjoy every moment of their life. They get to be awesome all the time and can squeek and woop everyday for as long as they want and eat cakes and sit on comfy cushions.
Because i'm awesome you'll be really happy and you can spend all my money too which cant be bad.
Take me for a test run. Because marriage is boring you might want to take me on a test run for an evening or the weekend. Thats fine. I'm also available for dating, affairs and plain old shagging. whatever you want really, i'm not too busy. But you have to be yummy and cute. No ugly people please.
William Blake (1757-1827)
The Garden of Love
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And `Thou shalt not' writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore,
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.