My “Dream Man” should, first of all be very Blue and quiet. He should have a physique like steve burns, a profile like paris hilton, and the intelligence of a/an Penguin. He must be polite and must always remember to fuck my sour grape, to tip his butt plug and to take my penis when crossing the street. He should move slimily, have a/an smelly voice, and should always dress pressingly. I would also like him to be a/an ugly dancer, and when we are alone he should whisper retarded nothings into my wenis and hold my long sandwich. I know a/an rat is hard to find. In fact the only one I can think of is Mr. T
