Rob

I'm fun, flexible, easy going, open-minded and I love to have a good time whenever possible...what can I say? It's science, compounded by the electric need to propagate the species. I mean, I'm not here to bust your chops or anything, just think of me as your average go-getter Joe McFreelyshireton. I think we all know the famous fable of the sea that has to do with that godly and papal man. If you don't, it's not because I just made that up, it's because there's something wrong with you or with God. No, j/k God, me and you are still tight yo. I think my philosophies can be summed up by a few simple questions, like: Why doesn't McDonalds serve Big Pounders? Because I know if they did I would probably always order one when I happen into a fine McDonalds brand establishment, I mean, how hard would it be to combine the 2 burger types together? couldn't be that bad, so instead of looking at me like I've lost my mind when I try to order one, how bout saying "you know Rob (at this point I've already introduced myself and am taking steps to establish a firm proffesional relationship with the cash register technichian), I had a feeling you were a mover and a shaker, and I think this little Idea just might work!" Why can't that be the conversation that takes place? It would make me happy, and if you're not there to make me happy then make me a big pounder. Question ..2: Why can't I be an explorer? I'd be great explorer! Explorers need some sort of quirks right? something that makes them stand out from the crowd? I got all those in spades! First off, I am extremely moderatly attractive, I wouldn't go so far as to say really, really good-looking, but definately at the top of the chain in moderate attractiveness. Also, I wouldn't carry a gun with me, I'd carry a blowgun and throwing knives, neither one of those things will probably kill you if they hit you, but you'll definately feel it, and when I do hit with them (don't worry, I'll recklessly throw them around all the time so that I know everyone is on guard), I'll make an excuse like I wasn't properly trained with those, I can only use high-powered rifles and C-4 really well. And then people will say, "ohhh, it's ok, he's right you know? I heard he's so good with C-4 that he lines his face with it in the morning and detonates it ever so lightly so as to only blow the whiskers off his face. And finally I'd have a great sidekick. He wouldn't be alive, but he would be a wooden carving of a small christmas-type elf thing. And I would bind him to me with some bits of twine and creper and we would go round everywhere together! A I would talk to him and treat him just as if he was a real person, I'd call him Jeremy McTwittersnapson. All of that would be to play the sympathy card to make people feel sorry for me. Question ..3: ....coming soon to a Rob Fayard Myspace account near you!