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The show was great. I enjoyed every minute.

I especially enjoyed people introducing me to noobs and having them say "what's your name?" I tell them "12clicks" they say,"who?" I repeat it. They say, "who do you work for?" I say,"standard internet" they say,"sorry, don't know you" and walk away.
Nothing says "low key" more than that.
ahahahahaha

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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. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteena Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is
nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.

06-09-2003, 10:18 AM	#15
12clicks 12clicks should edit this Senior Member Join Date: Aug 2002 Posts: 298 xBucks: 4,027	The show was great. I enjoyed every minute. I especially enjoyed people introducing me to noobs and having them say "what's your name?" I tell them "12clicks" they say,"who?" I repeat it. They say, "who do you work for?" I say,"standard internet" they say,"sorry, don't know you" and walk away. Nothing says "low key" more than that. ahahahahaha __________________ 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. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteena Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.