Mr. Dude

About me:

You’ve just stumbled into my little corner of the internet. Wipe your feet. Welcome to the digital dumpster fire I call a profile. Still under construction — because apparently learning HTML is harder than dodging napalm in Paradise. So unless you’re here to fix it for me (spoiler: you’re not), take a number and wait for the magic to happen. Eventually. Maybe. I don’t post much. I don’t care much. And no, I don’t wanna follow your dog’s Instagram. But hey — make yourself at home. Just don’t touch anything. Or do. I stopped caring three energy drinks ago. -Postal Dude

Who I'd like to meet:

So... Friends? Yeah, Sure. Why Not. Look, I’m not exactly the poster child for emotional stability or sunshine vibes. I’m more like a half-used lighter: a little busted, mildly dangerous, but somehow still working. So if you’re here expecting hugs, heart-to-hearts, and inspirational quotes about "living, laughing, and loving" — you’ve taken a wrong turn, pal. But hey... If you’re cool with someone who shows they care through sarcasm, bad timing, and the occasional accidental compliment — then yeah, I’ve got time for you. I don’t say it much, but I do give a damn. Just... in my own awkward, slightly radioactive way. So stick around, or don’t. No pressure. Just don’t ask me to download TikTok.