If you meet these qualifications please respond so I may hurl my cornucopia of loving upon you with extreme prejudice.
1. You should have at least three of your major limbs intact and functional. One of these should be a head. You don't know how many times I've been making out with a guy and their head suddenly fell off, but then again, neither do I. However I am also not opposed to you having extra limbs, such as an arm or foot growing out of your ass.
2. You should live in close proximity to my house, which is located somewhere on Earth, on a street full of other houses. By close proximity I mean 100 yards. Any further then that and I would no doubt become lost trying to locate your place of residence. It would be a bonus if you lived on the same street as me as this would cut down on the confusion of "turning". It would be even better if you live in the same house as me and are currently residing in a room or closet of which I'm not currently aware of.
3. You should have at least 64.72% of your teeth. This is the bare minimum for teeth however. The more the better. In fact if you have your original baby teeth in a jar this will give "bonus points" that you can later trade in toward a fabulous prize such as a Ferrari or a new kidney. You may ask why I picked 64.72% as the required percentage. Let me assure you that the number was selected completely at random and has nothing to do with worshiping Satan.
4. No smokers please. Once when I was on a date I accidently beat him to death with a shovel thinking he was on fire. I think you can understand my reasoning behind this. This incident was also the reason I stopped bringing a shovel on all my dates.
My DVD has recently taken up the habit of coughing back out every CD I try to put in it and telling me to "Check Disk" on its little console despite there's nothing wrong with the CD itself. Since hurling obscenities at it doesn't seem to help I'll have to take it back in to the dealer since it should still be covered under my warranty. If for some reason it isn't I will kill everyone in the dealership, I fucking swear to god.
Al Sharpton of the Sharpie records.