Well, it's starting to look like home, anyhow...
posted by Fang Bastardson at 3:28 PM
Sunday, August 01, 2010
About Me
- Name: Fang Bastardson
- Location: Nowheresville, Kansas
Born in the wild to Canadian Timberwolves, Fang was wrestled from his mother's teat at an early age and placed in the custody of a government sponsored think tank in New York City. He escaped at age seven by gnawing off a doo-claw and has been riding a wave of self-righteous indignation to Nowheresville, baby, ever since. He is currently enjoying being a PhD (by marriage), but on the advice of his attorney has refused all comment except to assert an apparently deeply-held conviction that frozen strawberries should be thawed, not microwaved.
Previous Posts
- Not Dead Yet
- Balloon-makers on crack, exhibit A:
- After changes upon changes…
- Johnny Cash and I Are Here to Help
- Happy Anniversary, Honey
- Good night and have a pleasant tomorrow
- Accidents waiting to happen
- Self-esteem issues v. Despicable Me
- Greetings from Boise, Idaho
- The Five Stages of Fang—Stage 5: Rock & Roll
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