500 posts and still addicted.
I would like to thank the person who made all this possible, my evil twin, Lance Granite.
For those of you (idiots) who might not know much about my personal (freakshow) life.
In 1971, I ate my unborn(evil) brother in the womb.
Bad enough I(we) know, but as puberty(barely) hit, my unborn (evil) twin started to speak to( through) me.
This made (dating)high school hard, but I(we) lived.
I went on to become a(quasi) sucessful gen-x extreme(idiot) athelete and spokesman (retail clerk) for many years.
Eventually, I (me, not Lance) started to climb, and I (we) moved (fled across state lines) to Las Vegas.
I married a girl(bimbo) who loves (codependantly) me very much.
These days the meds are so good that the doctors have let me stay a home and
the " bad messages" have now been safely channeled into this website.
Thank you and God (damnit) bless all of you.
Sorry about that...meds just kicked, oh well.