About Me
Age: 19
Name: The Brad
Status: G
Location: Hermiston (for now)
I have high standards, and I expect a lot out of people, especially in my relationships.
I enjoy attending Church, classy ladies, intellectually nonsensical conversations, fishing in the wilderness, driving for the sake of driving, writing, and deep, passionate music, created by talented musicians.
I can get along with just about anybody...
But, I have a pretty intense personality, and not everyone can handle a constant barrage of sarcasm-tipped bayonets periodically poking their "fun"...
Thusly, many are often cut down in the heat of mind-to-mind combat.
Those who manage to survive though, are often rewarded with my respect, and trust.
I would go to the ends of the earth and beyond, for those that I love and care about, and I genuinely enjoy doing what I can to help others, in general.
I can be a bit of a "know it all", but I try to do my research, so if I tell you that I know what I'm talking about...or start to rant, I'm probably right...and even if I'm not, I'm too stubborn and competitive to admit defeat...So don't hesitate to go nuclear, in the case of a rare occurrence...where you actually happen to be, ever so technically "correct".
(Surprise me, prove me wrong, I like a challenge.)
For the most part, just be yourself
and laugh at my jokes...
and we should get along fine.
The name is Bradly (no "e") but you can (and will) call me, "The Brad" (or, "Your Bradness", whichever I prefer at that particular moment).I'm a humble ego-maniac, probably the smartust, funniest, good-lookingest machismo that you'll ever have the honor of meeting...or end up wallowing away the rest of your days with an unparalleled void in your life all because you never felt the grace of my presence. Cherish every moment you have with me, and don't screw things up by doing something ignorant or embarrassing, like spilling your Cranberry juice on the new shoes you bought to impress me with, but consequently resulted in the maxing-out of your credit card whilst trying to buy me dinner. Before you even consider engaging in conversation with me...I suggest you brush up on all of your cheesiest pick-up lines(ladies), and make reservations for a Stretch-Hummer and 5-star steak dinner...because I deserve nothing less (Maybe, if you're lucky...I'll even let you rub my feet). You must also be at least 6 feet tall, model for Victoria's Secret, and make enough money for me and all of my friends to buy exotic sports cars and a diamond-plated swimming pool filled with nothing but pure bliss...(aka V8 vegetable juice). In the event that you may have been, or just happen to be a; skank, d-bag, insecure momma's boy/girl or any combined variation of the three, please do not bother sending me anything "Tri-sexual" in nature. In fact...don't even bother laughing at anything you've just read, at least not until you've hired someone of a superior intellect [perhaps a rocket-surgeon] to aide you in the translation of the kaleidoscopic language that is sarcasm. (a knit-witter, ((someone who "knits wits")) may also be helpful).
