A nocturnal creature, I was raised by a pack of wolves. Due to their shortage of vocabulary and inability to form vowels I was given the only name they could prounounce. However, I always felt there was something amiss as I could never quite reach licking certain places that they could, despite many many frenzied attempts.

Gradually I am trying to re-integrate into civilisation and hone my lack of social skills by scouring the underworld night life. I often find myself in many a dark and dingy club. Lessons I have learn't thus far that are unacceptable (apart from in fetish clubs):

- Biting, particularly ripping out jugulars
- Foaming at the mouth
- Trying to lick my crotch in public places
- Scratching
- Regurgitating hair balls during pivotal conversation points
- Growling
- Crapping in the middle of the dance floor
- Sniffing fellow clubbers rectums to gauge where one has been
- Trying to copulate with legs...

I'm just a flea ridden scamp. So what, bite me.

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Internationally Acclaimed Trash Bag Extraordinaire.

Look out for me and my alcoholic beverage at a club near you. I regularly saddle up, load my holsters full of Smirnoff (or whatever I just wrestled off the tramp outside), and ride into tumbleweed strewn towns across the land. Once inside the murky bowels of society, I search for bad ass bass beats, and mischievous mayhem! If you hear the hooves of my four wheeled seahorse, be afraid! Baton down the hatches and prepare to lock up your sanity.......

P.s: Never squat with your spurs on!

most people are a bunch of wank stained arseholes in love with their own ego..... yep, thats me!





^^The morning after...^^





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