So, lately A few of my friends have decided that Baby Otter should stop being such a prude bitch, and start clawing my way into the hell that is only known as the dating world.
Now, I am kind of picky, so if you want to date me, you must be the following;
This guy; Do I have to even explain why?
Ahh...of course the roman rugby team....hello...hello...you blue shirted vixens of a sport that I dont understand/see a point to.
The last three are as follows, The monopoly man, evil lawyer and drunk business man. I assume if you are one, you are all three. It is hard being a hot monosexual otter....