AboutUnlike most people who are, as I understand it, born from the wombs of their human mothers, I was carved out of a glacier of asbestos in the Mohabi desert. The alleged descendant of the guards in Golgotha prison, I hold a special place as one of the most blasphemous people ever, if only by association fourty nine generations removed. I don't particularly care whether or not you approve of me, and I don't hesitate to massacre and/or smite anyone who pesters me too much.
I could be a young Texan girl, or I could be the second coming of Hitler, sans the raging genocidic tendancies and Anti-Sematism which, now that I think about it, kind of takes the fun out of it. I'm not either, by the way. You can really imagine me any way you want to, since imagination is the fountainhead of human progres...no, wait, that's the ego. Either way, adieu et bon nuit!
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Un jour dans la vie d'un fromage cyniqueIf it ain't broke, it wasn't made in America!
Wrestle not with monsters,
Lest ye become a monster
And when you gaze into the abyss,
The abyss gazes also into you