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About Me:: 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.

Im actually just a dork with a twisted sense of humor who is convinced that one day Zombies will invade.. looking for others like me.

BTW if you do not have a face pic in your profile.. you will not be added.. Its just that simple.. and if you try to add me and you do not have a pic.. it shows that you have no interest in me because you obviously didnt read this.. who me a bitch? Yea.. just a lil.