Why is it always about me? Okay, I like to golf, but I suck, I like to draw, but I suck, I like to play poker, but I suck, I like sex.....moving on.
Airbrush art kicks ass, I paint a lot in my free time, and do some side jobs, love to play the guitar whenever I can, have an illogical love of lists, and I think the best of Craigslist is some funny shit.
Sporks piss me off, cats ARE the other white meat, my dog rules, yours blows, I consider coffee with creme a meal, which makes ice cream after it perfectly normal. I buy shit I don't need, and realize I forgot the shit I went get in the first place. I build stuff out of wood, and I can say that without making a Double entendre, I can properly pronounce 'forte' (it's fort, people), I don't get cheap laughs by making fun of my country, but I will throw my mom under the buss if I need to.
I've never pimped women, largely because I'm so happy they fucked me in the first place I don't have time to be a dick.
I've never seen all of Star Wars 1,2 and 3, but I get the general idea of it.
I don't believe Wickapedia, and refuse to spell it correctly out of protest. I tend to ramble with no clear direction, and really have trouble ending said rambling session.
Oh, I'm concise, but I'm not fanatical about it.

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