About this user
I like flowers and holding hands while walking, and looking for my soulmate...etc., etc.
I have too many fucking social networking accounts. Except Twitter, fuck that bullshit! Its creators are most certainly gayer than a multi-colored Crayola box full of assorted dicks. I curse them to Hell!
Born and raised in the shithole that is Winchestertonfieldville, where I participated in a number of activities such as flunking school, running from police and vicious pitbulls and dancing for nickels. It was during this time that I got into a fight and my mom got scared, and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, homes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo homes smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
That's it, that's my story.
Hometown
WINCHESTERTONFIELDVILLE
Occupation
Professional Fluffer
Interests
Women, Foreign women, Beer, More women
