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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 really is quite breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
Okay, right off the top we work in the adult industry. my wife is a designer with contracts with such companies as Playboy and I have been in this community for 11 years now working with Penthouse, Playboy, Hustler - you get the idea. It's a long story and if you want to know more please feel free to ask, but not judge