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My blogs
| Gender | Male |
|---|---|
| Industry | Technology |
| Occupation | Umbrella Corp: Incident Control |
| Location | Terminus (Where All Rail Service Ends, Brother), Georgia, United States |
| Introduction | I'm 27, a self-made oil, rail and steel tycoon whose combined income makes Bill Gates cry like a little bitch. I look like Johnny Depp, Christian Slater, or Brad Pitt, depending on which chatroom I'm in. I have a 19" prehensile penis that I use to hold my coffee while I type. I know where Jimmy Hoffa lives, and I understand the language of cats. I help old ladies cross the street and translate ethnic slurs for cuban refugees in my spare time. I sleep only one hour a night. I make ice cubes with the power of my mind. I can touch MC Hammer. I know every rivet in the Russian T-34 tank. I've advised Presidents, slept with movie stars, and can organize my sock drawer in less than 23 seconds. And I still have time to do this blog. |
| Interests | Mutually Assured Destruction |
| Favorite movies | Cannibal Holocaust, American History X, The Sound of Music |
| Favorite music | Violent German Industrial music made by large men with welding goggles beating ravers against sharp metal objects. |
| Favorite books | The Jolly Rogers Cookbook - Betty Crocker Edition, The Anarchists Guide to Coffee, each and every "Dear John" letter written to me over the years. |
You've just inherited a manufacturing plant that specializes in plastics. What are you going to make?
I will immediately fill the incredible demand for the constant stream of fake breasts implanted in Pamela Anderson.