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come on, he's not that evil. I'm not even sure he's quasi-evil. what has he ever done bad? nothing. Shit, I've at least torn up an affiliates check after reading a 5 page manifesto of how he only cheated me to buy food for his 6 kids.

what's Chris ever done? given his teacher an apple that wasn't completely ripe yet?

come on!

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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.

09-04-2002, 08:45 AM	#1
12clicks 12clicks should edit this Senior Member Join Date: Aug 2002 Posts: 298 xBucks: 3,689	Evil Chris is the diet coke of evil come on, he's not that evil. I'm not even sure he's quasi-evil. what has he ever done bad? nothing. Shit, I've at least torn up an affiliates check after reading a 5 page manifesto of how he only cheated me to buy food for his 6 kids. what's Chris ever done? given his teacher an apple that wasn't completely ripe yet? come on! __________________ 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.