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Originally Posted by golfhobo
But.... I gotta go with the HOG!! As in Roadhog! Because.... well.... okay, he PAID me to say that! HA HA!! Just kidding! :lol: :lol:
Seriously.... he's the ONLY guy I know that I would want to be my exwife's second husband!!
Cheers to ya, Hog!! And don't let the ankle bracelet bother ya! :wink:
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Thank you so much Hobo..my good fellow.
I guess it is no secret by now that I and a tormented soul...with visions of granduer. Quite frankly...I simply assume I will one day Rule The World.
I was born to be an excentric, and a bit of an Elitist. Often times my Ladyfriend...Lucy...who has...shall we say...an inflatable personality. We shall late at night pretend we are The Worlds Police...and set about regulating the World as we see fit. It's for their own good you see. Such a sacrifice on my part...but with great power comes great responsibility. I heard that somewhere...I don't know where?
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.
Thankyou so much for your support. You are wise. Don't be afraid to vote for me...I am not as Evil as they claim...nor as insane as you think. I do hate to loose however. But of course we won't need to go there....that would be crazy...and very...very messy...indeed.
