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About Me
I'm the biggest baddest son of a gun to get spit out of a mah-mah's tummy. I bench 250 and want to find the guy that beat me up and stole my lunch money in second grade and make orphans of his children. Biscuits and gravy are where it's at. If you can cook some mean biscuits and gravy, you will win my heart over. I'm the whitest person alive and I don't care. I despise Mrs. Butterworth. She is my arch enemy and I will gladly cook better waffles than her with a patch on one eye and one arm tied to my backside. I don't need to get in shape, I do enough runnin' from the poh-poh's of D-town. I keep tellin' em "I didn't do it," but the n...