I'm a short, ugly, fat, balding man whose degree of social leprosy is only slightly more repugnant than my foul stench and stale humour.
A person in the real world. Why will no one meet me? Why do children cry when they set eyes upon me? Why do people edge away when I try to strike up convivial conversation? Is it my limp? Is it the strange smell of mint humbugs badly concealing stale urnine and bad B.O?I'll never know.
Bitches
I have tried to touch all of these people inappropriately.
Jamie the Indestructible
The Insatiable Plum
Rich Tea Appreciation Society
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Tigermoth
DARTZ!
Easy Tigers
Rachel Griffin
Hall of Pimps