............The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it. ------------------------------------------------------------
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-------------------------------Now, was that a great movie or what??? You know it was!! So, about me. Hmmm....I'm just a plain old un-ordinary guy that just likes to be himself and is nice to everyone, with a few exceptions. Have no use for people that are mean to animals or other people. I'm just a good person that treats people the way I want to be treated and is probably too nice and too trusting. Usually ends bad, but for the few times it doesn't, it's worth it. I choose to look at life as an adventure and a journey to be experienced, not just tolerated and suffered through!! Nobody REALLY knows what's after this, so I'm going to make the most of it right now!! That's enough for now :)ultimate showdown
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