Tell me about yourself

thrawn

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So, yeah. I don't know all of you. Educate the forum and post about yourself. I'll even start.

My name is Mike, I am an alcoholic. I work in a machine shop, YAY. I draw pretty pictures and program CNC machines. Myself and the fellow next to me have the wonderful privilege of educating everyone in the shop, meaning they call us when their impressive acuity is wearing thin. They work us like dogs, as you can tell.
 

JAXvillain

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Oct 13, 2004
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my name is nantan which means "one who leaves foul air behind"...I am an algonquin indian chief and I run the computer systems for my tribes' casinos on the reservation in ottawa
 

Coqui

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Very well, where should 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. A 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. If 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 fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shawn scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school.
 

Mean Mr. Mustard

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Coqui said:
Very well, where should 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. A 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. If 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 fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shawn scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school.

ya, but did you ever play pong?
 

Mrs. Valve

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my name is anne, i'm in my twenties and currently live in rochester. i enjoy long walks on the beach, enchanting conversation over a candlelit dinner, and blasting the shit out of my opponents in quake3 and halo.
 

Mean Mr. Mustard

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F33nX said:
my name is anne, i'm in my twenties and currently live in rochester. i enjoy long walks on the beach, enchanting conversation over a candlelit dinner, and blasting the shit out of my opponents in quake3 and halo.

Hay, I have a boner now!
 

Desslock

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Drool-Boy said:
ya see, instead of making meat helmets or shaving your scrotum, you shoulda been playing pong

There is nothing like a shorn scrotum. Its breathtaking. You should try it.