My name is Homer. Once, when I was a kid I wanted an electric football game, but my dad wouldn't get it for me, so I held my breath until I passed out and banged my head on the coffee table. The doctors thought I might have brain damage. My name is Homer.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Colonel Klink, Superman, God, Batman, the drummer from Bread, fellow Ribwich Heads, anyone who shares the same undying love for sitting in front of the TV without their pants on. Not that stupid Flanders jerk.
