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(United States)About me
| Presentation | Well, dear reader, this will be a work in progress, like my life! INSTALLMENT 1: I was born, a poor little French girl....(tip-o-the-hat to Belzer). Then my parental got a job, and I got better. In fact, the whole family got better too. We moved into new digs in an up-slopey part of township. A lovely sardine tin with a view of the higher bottom flats of the cherished Miss Prang. She who must be filleted. We led happy, uncomplicated lives. We whistled and laughed a lot, and, on occasion, we tripped a suitably sprightly Fandango-like stomper, until we all fall down in a giggly-groany plopey pile of smiles and sighs. It was good. It was grand. Then, one day, a probey-nosed gubmint man came snuffling at our flap. He said he was here to surcharge us a surfeit of snaxes on our metally abode. Said snax being the "Not Wood" snax. It seems, that folkscontainers like our tinny tin tin, suffered from a particular shortcomingsandgoings. When pelted by a moderate to heavy sprinkleage, these non-woodys produced a not-so-frequency of sound that was disturbing to the local hooved Slakenbags. This distress put the Slakenbags off their Slakenbag feedbags, and stopped them producing the Slakenjuice for all the famished kiddleys. The extra snaxes were to pay for importables to keep the kiddleys topped up. Well, dearer reader, what were we to do? The added charges would defleat out meager shavings and leave us dez-tit-oot! We had no other choice but to find another folkscontainer some otherwheres. And where that otherwheres was and our travels to get otherwheres, dearest reader, is a tale yet to be told.... INSTALLMENT 2: So, the firstly thing we must do was to find a new folkscontainer to.... contain.... in. MaPa, our hermaphrodite parental, wished to reslowcate nearer the story-stacks part of township where her/is place of temployment rose higher into the sky than all the surrounding story-stacks. Puddle, who had the peculiar habit of melting into one when emotionally stressed and the second oldest, wished to be close to her skool and frendz, although I cannot fathom why. The one, she rarely attended, and the other hardly ever attended to her. Sprout, our baby, was too young to have formed an opinion, and needed to be carried from place to place anyway, so she really had no say. Just along for the ride, you know. Brief, our second-and-a-half sibling, I'll tell you more about him in a moment, felt that most anywheres would do as long as it had very low counters and cabinets. As the eldest, I believed that my vote should carry more gravy-tass, but really, I just wanted a new place where we could all stay together. So, we scanned and scoped all of the available listings of folkscontainers until we settled on one that seemed to fit. Everyone had to give a little in turn to get a little, but, in the end, our choice was cherse. Let me give you the brief on Brief. Brief is a truncated person. Due to some unexpected interaction between MaPa's unusual genetics and a SeX-ray machine that she/im operatated at the previous place she/im was temployed, Brief was born with no torso. He is a pair of legs with a pert little bottom on top, leading to a neck-stalk supporting the most beatific, tawny-topped noggin ever! Quite simply, he is the happiest person I've ever known, but he does have one little flaw.... well, beyond the more obvious one. It's not his fault, dear reader, but when he burps.... well.... I'll just leave that to your own imagination. There is truth in the saying; "distance makes the fart grow stronger". You might think that clothing him is a problem but, actually not. He's partial to ponchos, dickeys, and any out-sized swatch of material he likes with a noggin-nick cut in the center. Beyond, or rather, below that, give him a pair of slacks and some very smart shoes and Brief is a happy stumpy. Oh, there is one more thing. In Brief's briefs, he has a slightly unusual situation. Whereas MaPa has dual carburetors that encompass the Yin and the Yang of it, Brief has a multipurpose appendage. Its design supports all of the expected functions, of course, but with an added bonus. When Mater Nature decided to keep Brief's torso, she chose to give him a hand up.... so to shpeak. Yes, dear reader, his pecker ends in a vestigial paw! Four pudgy little fingerstumps with an opposable pudgy little thumbstump. The tip of his index "finger" hand-les all the throughput, so, when Brief makes a point, you are well advised to step to the side. Also, because he is a wag, when Brief is introduced to a new person, he does like to shake.... As you might expect, moving digs with MaPa, three and a half kiddleys, two goats and a molty old sparrot, with the moniker, Fez (so named because he liked to wear a tiny red one and an eye patch.... he did have issues....), was a daunting task. MaPa decided it would be a good idea to rent an autoshmobile for the journey. Thus endeth the story so far.... |
| Personality | Confident |
| Occupation | Chief |
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| Hobbies | Entertainment Movies Theater, Home & Garden |
| Favourite sports | Baseball, Golf, Football, Hockey |
| Favourite music | Jazz, Blues, Rock |
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