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Profile GeneratorHey folks. My name is James Marno. Hopefully I'm one of the good ones. I'm King of Balloch. I'm a happy chap who takes nothing seriously which is going to ruin my life and probably result to my death but I'm not taking it that serious at the moment. I have a lassie. I don't know her real name. I call her RODNEY. She's nice. Well fit. We enjoy jilting, jamboureeing a LOT , cinema going and fighting. I enjoy going out and getting pished with friendly folk and acting like a twat. I enjoy the occasional dance off with any random person who wishes to step up to the challenge. If you're wanting a dance with me there's no holding back. None of this standing while clicking your fingers mince. I want you sweaty, exhausted, and feelin' the burn. I enjoy drawing a lot. It's the one thing that relaxes me completely. Ask me to draw something. I'll gee it a bash. I am right into music so I am. I'm in a band called Amongst the Arrows and I like it very much. You can hear our nice sounds on www.myspace.com/amongstthearrows. I live in Loch Lomond which isn't as far away as you think. I'm cool as fuck. You want to be my friend. Simple as that. Seriously. Or not, whatever ye think.I'm not good at these things so I'll leave the rest up to my good friend Hannah. Here is what she thinks. Cheers folks."For years the world has needed a messiah. Someone to look up to and follow and aim to appease. This has no relevence to James Marno. Unlike those before him (Prince, Cher, Madonna, Alanna from River City) James Marno graduated from his single namedness and is now the double-barrelled Prince of Cheese Peices we know, love and occasionaly wrinkle our noses in an affectionate way when he dribbles...
He is, James Marno. You are not James Marno. He can sing and dance and grow his hair. He occasionally dabbles in stubble and the odd marnotache which makes even Burt Reynolds collapse in awe. He can also photoshop you to make you look better than what you are. And he saw a baby Giraffe once too.
Can you do the Marno-stomp? Or the Marno-slide? Or have you had a tasty can of Marnocola? No you haven't because these products don't exist. But they might one day. Although he seems a happy chap, his life is not all rainbows and sunshine and kittens that he exhudes. James has a rare disorder that has crippled him all his life, but it still won't bring him down.
He has overcome the fact that he cannot flare his nostrils, and for this we salute you James. You are an inspiration to us all and we shall never take our noses for granted again. James Marno is not a ninja. He does, however, sleep with a pillow under his gun. All in all James Marno is better than everyone (except me because I'm on an equal par with him because I say so). There is nothing quite like a James Marno."
Hannah McConnel 2006
