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I'm the inventor of the urinal cake. Some of you may know them as "urinal mints", "toilet lollies" (Australian), "urinal pucks" or "trough lolly" (chiefly British). They are urinal deodorizer blocks...the small disinfectant blocks found in urinals. I have a garage full of free samples if anyone is interested.
Ok, Austin.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 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. The 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. When 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 fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum...it's breathtaking. I highly suggest you try it.![]()
Ok, Austin.
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 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. The 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. When 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 fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum...it's breathtaking. I highly suggest you try it.![]()
Salesman at a big fish merchants full time, domaining and stocks/shares second as a hobby/sideline. So i don't get too bored and w**k myself to death! With the readily available fine ladies oN mY sCrEeN sorry now a steady hand again! LOL
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