Shallow Intellectual seeks the fairer sex gone wild with a love of 18th century English Literature read atop horses. Applicants should possess a PHD in Art History, be proficient at the harpsichord and possess crotchless panties.
No Fatty-monsters please.
The squirrel never recovered from the horrors of war. Did his country even thank him? Did he get a fucking tickertape parade? No. Just PTSD and images of his friends dying, that time will not erase.