posted on Jan, 23 2010 @ 11:50 AM
The details of my life are quite inconsequential. My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy
and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My 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. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we'd make meat helmets.
When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. Sorry folks....I use dr evil alot ! Great to be on!