Vladislav Vladimirovich

I am the caustic waft that choked your babushka. I am the cad toting pack mules down dead end alleys. I am the gadfly sent from the Amazon. I am the gone architect of cowsheds. I provide the bs in absurdity. I have been called: the horse's legs, the cat's ass, the bee's knees, the ant's thorax, the detritus of Roman noses, the wilt of a rose, the voice of a tongue, the mutism of senators, the fetid life of a hamper, that dog surrounding a bark, my own father, the gusto of busty mountain climbers and their bubbies, the lack of G in southern drawl, the ill health of Typhoid Mary, the hexane of petroleum, the Colossus of Nodes, the appendage of lex scripta, the grime of the urn, the street in the road, the brigand without spear, the earth flattened, Stalin in a can, Mr. Whitehead, Devon the lenoleum installer, and among other things, of course.If you want to know anything else about me, just make it up yourself, I don't mind. MyGen Profile Generator