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| Real Name: Asheley Jelly Code name: Asher Age: Ladies don't tell their age, and Asher is no exception, which is why we've hired a crack team of anthropologists to determine her age. Sex: Though it is difficult to say due to the absurd amount of bacterial fungi encrusted on her body from over exposure to the putrid waste we like to call human feces, we assume she's a she. Location: Sewers below good ol'Purple's house. Occupation: Truck Driver/ Gothic person First appearance: Indigestion Though she looks just like one of those kids from high- school who always wore black, and said weird things such as " Evil is the root of good," and " Let's go to Taco Bell," don't be fooled, she's graduated. Sure, she still hangs out in the high-school parking lot, and sure she still goes to raves and pokes herself with cattle prods, but who doesn't? Sure, you and I don't, and the vast majority of people who have lives don't(kind of an oxymoron there: you... have a life...? Yeah right! You're reading this for cripes sake!), but that doesn't mean she doesn't try. |
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