Abandoned in the wilderness as a small boy, I was adopted by a band of gypsy's and was forced to learn to play the 3 string violin, which did irreparable harm to my psyche. Even today, when I hear a violin I fondle the nearest woman and steal the cash and jewelry from everyone on the room without them noticing. It make me feel really bad, but my investment portfolio is bulging at the seams.
Cats and little children hide when I walk down the street, but teenage girls and large chunky couch potatoes with X-Box 360 tattoos tend to try to follow me wherever I go. I just turn around and glare at them until they slink away while I smirk.
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