If you like your people honest, a little unhinged, and fully capable of holding a torch without flinching, we might get along just fine.
I’m 5’2″ of pure chaos and compressed energy—roughly 7½ cinder blocks of attitude and sarcasm. I weld for a living, which means I work with fire, sparks, and metal all day… so you’ll need to be someone who can handle the heat.
I’m looking for a pen pal (male or female) with thick skin and a sense of humor. I’m mean as f***, wildly honest, and allergic to sugarcoating. I used to love drugs and the thug life—retired from that chapter— and now I’m focused on building something real with someone who can handle honesty without taking it personal.
I love hip-hop, real conversations, and people who can make me laugh. My humor is dry, sarcastic, and sharp. I have an uncontrollable addiction to dad jokes and a bad habit of roasting people I like. Affectionately. Often.
I’m working on myself—but don’t get it twisted. I’m still loud, blunt, thick as f***, and unapologetically me. I talk my shit and I stand on it.
I weld for a living, so if you’re looking for someone who can spark a connection and hold her own under pressure—congrats, you found her.
Since I’m currently behind bars, here’s a dad joke to set the tone:
I’ve been struggling with my grammar lately… I just can’t seem to finish a complete sentence.
And because I’m unhinged:
Why did the scarecrow win an award? Because he was outstanding in his field
If you can clap back, keep up, and not get intimidated by a sharp mouth and a sharper mind… write me. Worst case, we roast each other. Best case, we spark something dangerous 🔥😏