HOLLA

I wanna travel the world. Pictures here: http://www.pbase.com/ayao3

Many people mistake me for being strikingly handsome, but in actuality, I am ruggedly good looking!

The details of my life are quite inconsequential. Very well, where do i begin? My father was a relentlessly self improving beulingerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old french prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical: summers in rangoon, louge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard really.... At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of 14, a zarostrian named Vilma, ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum. It's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.