Meyer
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| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Location | Nausea, Noo Hampsha, U.S. Outlying Islands |
| Introduction | Iconoclastic independent interested in Intercourse, Intoxication & Intellectual illumination |
| Favorite movies | Mad Max: The Road Warrior, Apocalypse Now, The Terminator, Old Yeller, Fight Club, The Seven Samurai, Brian's Song, A Clockwork Orange, Reservoir Dogs, Sin City |
| Favorite music | Yo La Tengo, AC/DC, Radiohead, The Clash, Sex Bomb Girls, Viva Hot Babes, Joy Division, Butthole Surfers, Kate Bush, Led Zeppelin, John Lee Hooker |
| Favorite books | A Confederacy of Dunces, Atlas Shrugged, The Bible, Rabbit is Rich, Lolita, Life of Pi, No Money No Honey, Hey Joe, Ulysses, Hammer of the Gods |
Lionesses have no manes. How do they know when they've grown up?
It's not important for them to know when they've grown up. It's important for the Lions to know when they've grown up. Presumably this is via the "when there's grass on the infield, play ball!" method, but since Lionesses are born with grass on the infield, outfield, and basepaths, really I don't know. One of life's mysteries, I guess.