aka Knivex, user of the art of Skepticism.
Now that it's all over and done//
Somehow I just don't feel so alone!
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
Enjoy the Good Parts
My name is Pedro Rodriguez. I was born in Germany and raised by a Jewish midget in Japan, where he tought me my first language, Russian. I killed my undersized father at the age of three and proceeded to emigrate to America on an international shrimp boat. At the age of five, I had made enough money to purchace my mansion through large investments into a poodle prostitution ring. Life was going great until the police busted me at age six. My next ten years would be spent behind bars. After 120 months of fending off shower-gang-rapes and attacks from home made knives, or 'shivs,' I was a free man. That was one year ago. Now, I have no choice but to hustle on the street in an attempt to make back my fortune. My time will come again.
I'm probably a ninja.
"Whatever doesn't kill you will probably scar you for life and leave you physically and/or emotionally scared."
Me.
A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth LongfellowTell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!-
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal:
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts though stout and brave
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act - act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
You know you want some of this vitamen stud.
Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net
(I have way too many comics on my page)
You can tell by the way I do my walk//
I'm a ladies man, with no time to talk.
Rather...
One could easily decipher from the method in which I perform my walking motion that I am, in fact, a man of a variety of women, who has no time to be spent on casual conversation.
