"I'm from Maryland. We're not the north or the south, nor do we have an accent. We're also not New England, we're the mid atlantic. I started picking my own crabs when I was three and Old Bay goes with everything. It's soda not pop with my sub, not a hoagie. I drink water not "wooder." Its DC not Washington and I know how to get everywhere locally. We know how to use a traffic circle and how to pump our own gas. Terps basketball is life and Gary Williams is a god. We scream "O" in the national anthem no matter where it is. We live for crabs, corn and beer. I'm from MARYLAND and there is no place like home."
"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. "I dont like talking about myself....Just ask. style type="text/css".fcsS{}
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