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Ever Thus to Deadbeats

Hey, at least I'm housebroken!

Tony D
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I was born in 1942 on the banks of the Missourah river. The milkman used to bring us our milk, until one day something went horrilby horribly wrong. That terrible night was the night I discovered PCP, and also the night I found out that rain, sleet, and snow may not have an effect, but being torn in half certainly will slow down the mail.
So that wasn't a very good start. Slowly the other children started looking at me funny, probably because I never changed my clothes. I called 'em my lucky red Murderin Gear, and I never even washed 'em. Tell you the truth, I dont really remember most of it.
I spent all my school-age years picking on the bullies and hammering desks together with my bare hands. Sometime along the road I learned how to produce laserbeams with my eyeballs.
In 1976, I was inducted into the Major League Hall of Fame.
I spent most of my time in college occupying various administration buildings, breaking into the ROTC, smoking a lot of Thai sticks...y'know..bowling. To tell you the truth, I don't really remember most of it.
I am currently an internationally famous diplomat and leader of a small country just off the coast of Cuba called Cuba Jr. Were Commies on the surface, but thats just smoke and mirrors. My main goal now is the same as it has always been- total world domination.
I wish to hold the universe at the whim of my eyeball laser beams.
I also like fuzzy things, shiny things, Robert DeNiro, Carbon-based lifeforms, Dali, explosions, talking nonsense, freestyle rap, drop tops, hop tops, halter tops, hopskotch, bananas, fried fried, rainy days, drizzly days, thunderstorms, and raping/pillaging/plundering.

OH, yes, and BEER.
I was just kidding about that last part.