BFCElvis Posted February 1, 2000 Share Posted February 1, 2000 The details of my life are quite inconsequential....Very well, where to 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 15-year-old 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....breathtaking-I suggest you try it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Big Time Software Posted February 1, 2000 Share Posted February 1, 2000 OK, very funny But a bit too off topic, so I'm locking this sucker up before we have quotes popping up from all sorts of movies from the minds of twisted talent like Myers Steve Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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