Tall, elegant, dancer. Three words. Born into poverty during the 1975 Soy Sauce famine Bobby soon grew to 6ft and used his immense physical strength to protect the weak. An active campaigner for, like...stuff, Bob will march at the drop of a hat and is violently opposed to all forms of violence. Later, after pissing all his good deeds up the wall Bob wanted to become a rock star. He still does. He won't ever grow up. Ever....trust him, he's a doctor. (oh, yeah he is a qualified MD...) Speak to him, he only bites if you ask nicely...and even then not hard. Like his dad, Brian Satan, he's not really evil...just misunderstood. The Dirty Needles: Which one is me?
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
A monkey that can talk, Teen Wolf, the baby Jesus
My Blog
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Oil me up and let me kill a ninja! That seems to be the gist of this pseudo-comic book slice of ancient history. and that, at least, it does very well.
I'm not going to get on my historical high horse... Posted by on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 07:41:00 GMT
Friends
All my MySpace friends are also my real world friends - does that make me post-cyber-modern or pre-post-modern? Posted by on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 00:52:00 GMT
