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#41
11-28-2005, 01:04 PM
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Re: Post Request -- El Diablo : The Biography
Nobody likes a rat. Since you're like 23 feet tall, the next time I see you, I'm going to get out my stepladder and kick your ass.
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#43
11-28-2005, 05:27 PM
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Re: Post Request -- El Diablo : The Biography
The details of El Diablo's life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? His father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. His mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. His father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. El Diablo's childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring he'd make meat helmets. When he was insolent he was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve he received his first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved his testicles. El Diablo says there really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- he highly suggests you try it.
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#44
11-28-2005, 07:02 PM
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Re: Post Request -- El Diablo : The Biography
[ QUOTE ]
Nobody likes a rat. Since you're like 23 feet tall, the next time I see you, I'm going to get out my stepladder and kick your ass. [/ QUOTE ] Rat? Please. I much prefer tattle-tale.
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