knicks255
TMF Expert
- Joined
- Feb 8, 2012
- Messages
- 506
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*Takes long drag on bubble pipe, allowing bubbles to pop introspectively above my head*
So, you want to know who I am, eh? Got yourself all curious, but let me tell ya, curiosity killed the cat. And I love cats. So me and curiosity ain't on the best of terms these days. I tried to drown 'im in the lake, but it turns out curiosity isn't even a person. What bullshit.
*Takes long drag on pipe, blowing a giant bubble shaped like the number 1 1/2*
One and a half years I've been around these parts, and just now I get around to making a profile thread. Seems a little silly when ya think about it. Call me absent minded. Call me lazy. Call Me Maybe. Don't call me Knickers. Life Story? Don't got one, too lazy to write it down.
*puffs pipe one more time, then spits it out, bubbles frothing from my mouth*
OH GOD OH GOD THE BUBBLES ARE INSIDE ME! Breathe! Breathe! Okay, I'm good.
But I can tell you this much. I was born and raised in the American Midwest, where corn and soybeans are gods. They used to give us soy everything in school. Not just food, stuff like crayons. Weird times. Anyway, I joined the TMF because I figured I would lurk around like a creepy vampire and suck the blood of other people's content and posts. Well, it didn't turn out that way. I met some good people, joined chat, and now I'm a social butterfly. Butterflies. We had a Butterfly Garden at my elementary school They closed it to the students because the "Butterflies were sick". Turns out it was actually because pedophiles liked to hang out in there. But that's off-topic. Here's the quick run-down:
First Name: Eric
'ler or 'lee?: 'Ler, to females. Sorry guys.
Orientation: Straight. Don't believe what The Pear tells you.
Favorite Color: Green
Favorite Tickle Spot: Feet are always fun.
Please Help Me Visualize You: I look like a slightly chubby Harry Potter (damn Freshman 15), but without the accent, the scar, or the angst.
Will You Send Me Money?: Probably not. Don't ask.
So yeah, that's me. Now I'm gonna make you an offer you, uh, cannot refuse.
Shut the door on your way out, it gets drafty in here.
So, you want to know who I am, eh? Got yourself all curious, but let me tell ya, curiosity killed the cat. And I love cats. So me and curiosity ain't on the best of terms these days. I tried to drown 'im in the lake, but it turns out curiosity isn't even a person. What bullshit.
*Takes long drag on pipe, blowing a giant bubble shaped like the number 1 1/2*
One and a half years I've been around these parts, and just now I get around to making a profile thread. Seems a little silly when ya think about it. Call me absent minded. Call me lazy. Call Me Maybe. Don't call me Knickers. Life Story? Don't got one, too lazy to write it down.
*puffs pipe one more time, then spits it out, bubbles frothing from my mouth*
OH GOD OH GOD THE BUBBLES ARE INSIDE ME! Breathe! Breathe! Okay, I'm good.
But I can tell you this much. I was born and raised in the American Midwest, where corn and soybeans are gods. They used to give us soy everything in school. Not just food, stuff like crayons. Weird times. Anyway, I joined the TMF because I figured I would lurk around like a creepy vampire and suck the blood of other people's content and posts. Well, it didn't turn out that way. I met some good people, joined chat, and now I'm a social butterfly. Butterflies. We had a Butterfly Garden at my elementary school They closed it to the students because the "Butterflies were sick". Turns out it was actually because pedophiles liked to hang out in there. But that's off-topic. Here's the quick run-down:
First Name: Eric
'ler or 'lee?: 'Ler, to females. Sorry guys.
Orientation: Straight. Don't believe what The Pear tells you.
Favorite Color: Green
Favorite Tickle Spot: Feet are always fun.
Please Help Me Visualize You: I look like a slightly chubby Harry Potter (damn Freshman 15), but without the accent, the scar, or the angst.
Will You Send Me Money?: Probably not. Don't ask.
So yeah, that's me. Now I'm gonna make you an offer you, uh, cannot refuse.
Shut the door on your way out, it gets drafty in here.
