Sunday, May 01, 2011
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
- The Graduate (Part 1)
- Black is the color of my true love’s heart
- On the horns of a metaphor of some sort…
- A shout-out to my homies…
- They tell me I’m 49 today…
- This generation’s Townes Van Zandt
- Happy Birthday, Zach!
- Trying to read the Tea leaves
- Atlas watches own movie, shrugs
- Great Moments in Low Self-Esteem
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