Attention Mount Isa: We May Have Located The Answer To Your Woman Trouble
Posted by Jess McGuire at 4:52 PM on August 19, 2008
God bless the internet. After writing yesterday about Mount Isa mayor John Molony's emotional plea for the less attractive female members of society to move to the small town in order to help the lonely men in town get some romantic relief, I was pleased to read the following comment from a concerned citizen willing to get her hands (and, presumably, other parts) dirty in the name of love.
OK, I'm game!! If there is a man over there that can keep up with me, fine, probably not though. I'm 61 years old, work full time 58 hours a week, (correctional officer in a men's max unit). 5'2" tall, (about) 100 pounds soaking wet, honestly, haven't weight myself, size one and I look darn good.
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