DOB: 24/01/1988
Favorite Name for a Walrus: Egbert the Slug the Third the First
Favourite Band: Horace and The Bubble Gum Flavoured Cattle
Word to Describe Yourself: Opsimath. Someone who learns late in life.
But maybe gongoozler is a suitable term. This is a term for some who stares at strange things. For example I'm staring at a fly that was at one point at a percise 90 degree angle to a Tip-ex stain on my table. I was hoping it would do it again. Please tell me to shut up now. Thanks
Word to Describe America: Kakistocracy. This is a goverment run by the worst citizens. Hmmm; is this true for Britain as well? Ask the wall you'll get no answer, it'll be fun.
Best French Chat-up Line: Do you want to sleep with a good cheese to cover the smell? >>> Voulez vous coucher avec du bon fromage pour cacher l'odeur? You have my permission to use that, works every time.
Greatest Insult: May you be with garlic to spice your meal of the limpid infection obtuding from the slime spaces of a Vudgnagion Clingbeetle.
Noiseiest Door in House: Front door, you'll be pleased to hear.
Fave Green Item(s): Grass. It is the most gelogenic item in the world ever.
Most Edible Pet: My slug named Egbert. He always gets my saliva running every time. Damn I've just eaten him. There's Egbert 2nd.
Most Thought Provoking Sentence: The unprecesdented vapidity of the American justice system will intensify our grandchilren's human depth.
My Belief: The insipid consumption of natrual resources will deteriorate all hope for re-ruralization. I'm not sure if I do believe this, but if you like it so do I.
Favorite Lyric from a Song: Fu*ked up visions in my head,
I'm a f*cked up kid is what they said,
But at least I know all the things that I want,
And it's all the things I've got.
By Mest. Sweet or what?
Most Preferable Job: Toilet opening hours announcer on Tesco.com. But maybe a hobo. It would be easy, and you get a cool job title.
Meaning of Life: The nausiating madness will always outlive you, so aim to beat it, and if you do it is a huge triumph for an historic hippo.
Injury of choice: The one without the individual orientation needed for most injuries.
Anything else?: No. Why did I ask me that, me? Sorry. That's OK. Friends? Not quite yet. OK I'll try harder. Yes. Cheerio. Goodbye.
