The details of my life are quite inconsequential...my childhood was quite standard, actually. Summers in Rangun, luge lessons, in the Springtime we would make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap sack and beaten...quite standard, actually. My father was a Dutch militant and my mother was a French whore with webbed feet named Chloe. My father had the type of general malaise that the madmen question and the people at MySpace.com lament. He would often accuse chesnuts of being lazy, and make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark...IAN'S ON FIRE!! ------------------------------------------------------------ -
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