Congratulations!
For some reason or another, you have found my profile interesting… Or at least pretty enough to look at… Maybe…
Oh you’re just “browsing” aren’t you? Bored one day and you stumble upon a guy’s profile just because you know what the first half of his name means in a different language? Or are you just here because you’re wondering just how inadequate I look?
Well, I can’t say I wouldn’t like to quit the job of being generic guy #7 (generic guy #666 was already taken), but there is sort of a flair being part of your life… I guess…
Think! You just read essentially a 3 paragraph rant instead of the juicy gossipy details you were expecting! Well you won’t get any of that!
Well… Until I update my profile picture, I suppose, to something even less demeaning than a race that has disease so it can’t reproduce. That zoomed out view does not bode well for much of anything… except a blurry Grunt…
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Why aren’t you gone?
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Flying Monkeys!
Raging Koalas!
Rabid Bananas!
Undulating Orangutans!
Dane Cook!
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Damn… Not scared off…
Wait, why am I continuing to write this? It’s two in the bloody morning!
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Maybe I’m just secretly lonely…
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Nah.
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Go away…
 "Bakanethe")