Hey. It's me,
I'm just going to cut to the chase: my name rhymes with poop. And if you're like, ugh, potty jokes... fear not! Because it runs way deeper than rhyming.
You see... I was born on national poop day, which is the day after the super bowl every year (hehe). Unfortunately, I didn't find this out until the ripe old age of 21. But now? Now I have every right to base my entire personality around it.
So I guess what I'm saying is, my personality is poop. Not actually poop, like I don't have a poop personality. I really don't talk about poop this much. This might be a really bad bio. Crap. 👀
My email is: firstname.lastname@example.org (I'm pretty speedy)
My phone number is: 434.906.1253 (To be totally honest, I probs won't answer)
My time on the New York Times Mini Crossword puzzle today was 45s. Send me your time. It's fun.
I'm the one in the trash can.