About me: My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-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. A 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. If I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fifteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shaven scrotum. At the age of eighteen, I went off to evil medical school. From there...
NO my stupid job wouldnt let me have off :( and i have to work at sharx on sundays for football season my life sucks i am going to try and work it so when ny plays early ill work late...or maybe i will just end up quitting bc the GIANTS are much more important
Thanks I can't wait for the regular season to start. Don't forget to check out and spread the word about www. thesupergiant. com I am currently working on it and have a few pages up so far but hope to have it ready to go by opening day. It's will be like a Facebook and Myspace just for people that want to discuss the NY Giants (fans or not) but preferably fans. It is a slow process but I will constantly be looking to improve and add onto it so any suggestions will always be appreciated. Thanks. Here's to a good season.