The Brotherhood of Guthumba
Here we've got Eric, Adam, the aforementioned John, Tique, myself, and Malcolm.

Eric likes to talk.  Be careful when engaging him in a conversation for you may find yourself there for a while.  Luckily (for you) these conversations are interesting and insightful.  Eric loves Hunter S. Thompson and gold rings. 

Adam.  Adam is Adam, but then Adam is Smith.  Smith likes terrible jokes about naked children, homosexuals, ethnic and social minorities.  He shares these jokes with great glee.  Adam is the only person I know that could acutally get away with telling someone to buy softer toilet paper because the cheap stuff burns his starfish.

Tique.  Much like Adam is Smith, Rusty is Tique.  Do not ask for explainations.  This simply is.  Accept it and move on.  Tique is also the Cobra Commander but only after a substantial amount of alcohol enters his system and his speech slurs.  He is a bittery sarcastic and self-deprecating fellow who can do amazing things with Photoshop and anything Metroid.

I, of course, am the Guthumba.

Malcolm.  A UT fan who went to the College of Charleston.  A Dallas Cowboys fan who grew up in L.A.  How do these things happen?  Johnny Walker is planning to open a new distribution facility to help meet the strain that Malcolm's ability to consume scotch has put on their production.
This is John reading a children's story to some pretty attractive young ladies.  John was very happy with himself.

John is known in our circle as "The Computer."  He is a wealth of sports knowledge, memorizes phone numbers by breaking them down to athlete's jersey numbers, and was once pursued by an army of bums through the streets of Charlotte.
This is Ken.  Ken and Crown Royal do not mix.  Ken is one of the worlds greatest con men as he somehow managed to get a kind, attractive, and intelligent woman to agree to marry him.  That poor, poor girl.   

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Erik (not to be confused with Eric), myself, Malcolm, and John.

Erik is often referred to as "Mysterio."  He is a bit of an enigma and a big fan of randomly shaving his head.  Erik is the quiet one...until you load him up with liquor and then he rants wildly until the wee hours of the morning.  He loves the ladies and they tend to love him back.
This is Camey and myself.  She is an incredibly intelligent  and beautiful young lady who, for some unknown reason, thinks I am a good person.  Although I typically like to help people break out of their self-created delusions, I think I'm gonna let this one slide...
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