The Reverend Ming The Mildly Miffed

Where to start... well the begining is a good place. Born at an early age, it went rapidly downhill from there. Abandonded in a forest I was raised by a family of musical but homicidal chipmunks. It was in the forest that I gained my love of singing seafaring ditties, whilst ripping people limb from limb. Ahh the memories come flooding back, trying to harmonise with the anguished terrified screams of my victims, happy days. So to today, having attended anger management training and numerous sessions of electro convulsive therapy, I left the chipmunks to start as a musician. The chipmunks, Alvin, Theodore and Simon, went there own way, I haven't seen them since, but I'm sure they will not be offending anyone again.
My music showcase Click this!
I like drinking to excess and talking bollocks, I mean having strange converations. Talking bollocks would freak me out(appologies to anyone with talkative testicles, no offence ment).
I don't like it when the pub runs out of Guinness (which seems to be every fucking day!)I don't like drinking anything else due to the fact I get wibbly wobbly drunk and can't work the next day.