I would have to call myself - Evil.
I was born 6 AM, June 6.
I was born with a "birth caul".
My parents claimed that I never cried as a baby.
As the priest was trying to baptize me, he had a massive stroke and died on the spot.
As I was told later, that was the first time they heard me laugh.
The folks wanted me to go to a Catholic school.
I was the only kid the Mother Superior called "a fucking cunt-rag".
A "job placement" test resulted in informing me that the 3 jobs I am best suited for are -
1) Mortuary Sciences, 2) Slaughterhouse Worker, or 3) Armed Forces.
I laugh at funerals.
I think horror films are great warm-ups for sex.
I giggle at car accidents.
After watching "The Passion of the Christ", I fucked my wife for an hour and a half.
Animals freak out when I get near them.
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But, on the other hand, I'm house-broken.
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We must all go through a rite of passage. It must be physical, it must be painful, and it must leave a mark.
I have no knowledge of the events which you are describing, and if I did have knowledge of them,
I would be unable to discuss them with you now or at any future period.
Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
Last edited by Crimson Ghost; 01-27-2006 at 10:55 PM.
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