 Friends       | The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? 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 prostie named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. hammernewb has no posts yet |