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mistergixer's Public Bio |
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Currently clinically fed-up (boo-hoo), and about to drive to Dundee barefooted and gorging on Toblerone.
One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Smell my cheese, you mother!
...and when there was no meat, we ate fowl and when there was no fowl, we ate crawdad and when there was no crawdad to be found, we ate sand.
You ate what?
We ate sand.
[pause]
You ate SAND?
That's right!
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