me, me, me, all about me

[binkley]

No, really, tell me about yourself.

Anyone got any wine?

 

[*bratcat*]

 

[binkley]

red or white??

I prefer red, but really prefer the company more. After all, read Cerebus to find out all about white wine.

 

[HeavyStick]

I've been off of since 10am..... hehe paid at that

 

[lovetoread]

Well I am alone.

My kids are at the grandparents way down south.

Tiger is at work.

I went shopping.

I am now bored.

Who knew that would happen?

 

[Dixon Carter Lee]

No, really, tell me about yourself.

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.

 

[binkley]

I am now bored.

Ah, madam, you and I, we make beautiful boards together, oui?

What, were you expecting boned instead of bored?