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ma-ni-ac (ma'ne' ak'), n. a raving or violently insane person; madman; lunatic |
| Name : Brian Full Name : Brian "C" Birthdate : 2/25/81 Sex : Yes please! (sorry couldnt resist) Locale : Austell, GA Height : 5'8" Weight : none o your stankin beezwax Hair color : dirty blond Eye color : wtf is this, a police lineup? Favorite movies : Goodwill Hunting, Shawshank Redemption, Saving Private Ryan, The Matrix Favorite Bands : Blink182, Rammstein, White Zombie, Korn, Blur, Tool, The Offspring Shoe Size : okay i'm sorry, but thats a stupid question No its not, just answer : okay okay, 9 1/2 School : South Cobb High School Sports : Varsity Cross Country, Varsity Golf, Varsity Soccer Haha, golf sucks : shutup, no it doesnt Pepsi or Coke : Pepsi! Ugh, Pepsi sucks : umm excuse me, no it doesnt, first of all... wait a minute, you're not allowed to reply to my answers Says who? : me! this is a freakin bio, not an interview!! and who the hell are you? Your Worst Nightmare : no your not! how the hell did you get in here? i'm calling security No! Wait! I was just kidding, I'll be nice : mmm hmm yeah okay you better *squirm* okay um... favorite car : Thats better. 1969 Ford Mustang Mach I 428 Cobra Jet Nice! : Yeah I know Car you have now : 1987 Pontiac Firebird Haha! What a POS: ALRIGHT BUDDY THATS IT, I WARNED YOU ALREADY No no wait i'm sorry! : TOO LATE, THIS BIO IS OVER Noooo honest I'm sorry... : Hello? : Brian, cmon man, I'm sorry : BRIAN DAMMIT!! : ... : ... : dangit... : hellooooooo : ***five minutes passes* Brian, I know you're there : Please... : Come on, I said I'm sorry : Sigh.... alright, fine, I'll finish your stupid BIO... gosh you are annoying Yaaay!!! Thank you so much : Shove it. Hurry up. Okay, um... girlfriend : Nope No comment on that one : Good idea genius Interested in anyone ? : well DUH Awww whats her name? : Ha! You think i'm tellin some schizo freak like you her NAME? Hey. That hurt : oh hush, ya weenie ***worf the Klingon Enters* What the... : Hi. Who are you? Is this the gay/bi Klingon chat room? No you dolt, this IS MY BIO, NOW WHO THE HELL ARE YOU Do not anger me, puny human. Your flesh rips easily from its bone... kl'anw 'ash ghr! ***worf brandishes his supersharp Klingon Death Blade* Wooo okay hey buddy, we're all friends here, no harm meant Gulp That is what I thought. So, um, can we help ya with anything? Why um yes, I was looking for the um, Klingon Chat room... the um STRAIGHT PORN chat room O really? You got some Gay/Bi Klingon Friends or something? Filthy Impudish Human! GRRR! RA' KLIHK 'ANGR LI DA! ***worf chases the bio guy around the room* AAAAAHHHH!!! OW you mother f*cker!!! That was my CALF you just slit wide open!! Perhaps it will teach you to hold your spiked tounge, worthless filth Hey, now, I'm all for the "slicing each other up" thing but can we hold back on the "worthless human filth" thing for a while? Thanks Oh, you wish to recieve some punishment too? ***Mr. Rogers Enters the room* Hey, someone call security? Aw, SH*T!! You're SECURITY??? What is this? More human refuse for my dis-joyment??? Now now fellas, lets all sit down and talk about this like reasonable, educated human guys T'KALRA TCH! How dare you insult me? I'm not human. PREPARE TO DIE Awwww crap Hahah, now you gonna know what it feels like.... owwwwww.... ***Mr Rogers runs around the room, screaming like a small school child on crack* Stop running, worthless trash! Take it like a man, and stop screaming like a small school child on crack! AAAIIIEEEEEE! ***Worf's mighty Klingon Death Blade slices through Mr. Roger's Tender neck and spine* HOLY CRAP grgrgllgrlgrlg... cough... Grah ha ha! You puny earthling, your blood flows weak, like water! Your death was a waste of my skilled death techniques! ***Brian pulls out a loaded .45 and blasts some lead into Worf's spine* Try that on for size as a "skilled death technique", ya pointy foreheaded freak UUGHHH! COWARD!!! COWARD..... ugghhhh AAHAHA.... BWUUAAAHHA ***BLAM!! BLAM!! BLAM!!!* Okay okay man, he's dead already : oh, yeah... okay Now um, where were we? : Something about cars... Hmmm, I dont remember : Yeah me neither. Listen I'm kinda tired, I'm gonna call it a night : Alright, see ya... same time next week? Yup you bet, night man : c ya |