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.
A little bit about me...
Started by The Link, Jan 05 2009 11:01 AM
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#1
Posted 05 January 2009 - 11:01 AM
#2
Posted 05 January 2009 - 11:05 AM
Oh, that old chesnut.
#4
Posted 05 January 2009 - 11:13 AM
You should fit right in here.
#5
Posted 05 January 2009 - 11:43 AM
I think I've partied with your Pops...
#6
Posted 05 January 2009 - 12:06 PM
have you ever been placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds?
#7
Posted 05 January 2009 - 12:10 PM
have you ever been placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds?
Thanks for dredging up that memory.
#8
Posted 05 January 2009 - 04:17 PM
I've always wanted to meet the inventor of the question mark
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