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| Additional Info About Bubbleman |
| Sex: |
Male |
| Favorite CMC Card: |
Common Cold |
| CMC Login Name: |
bubbleman |
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Muddin what for do we do it. |
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3618 0578 1448 2689 |
| Location: |
Bellevue WA |
| Bio: |
I was born in the icy tundra of Antarctica. There, my Eskimo/wolf/polar bear parents abandoned me, and leopard seals adopted me and raised me as their own (hence my strong craving for human flesh and the blood of virgin seamen). The seals took me to their arctic base, which was a giant iceberg and took care of me there. But within a few hours their ice burg had melted due to global warming. After that, the seals were forced to adapt to their new environment and turned into snow leopards, which weren't nearly as hospitable as the seals. They fed me raw penguin meat, when they knew I preferred halibut. Because of this outrageous treatment, I was forced to leave the leopards at the age of three and rough it out as a man on the road.
I swiftly grew a beard so as to blend in with the other arctic hobos, but it was no use, I had an oddly shaped bulged that gave away my heritage. I was part polar bear and they were hungry for blubber. I was forced to evacuate the area immediately. I had to build a raft out of ice, fish bones, and my own toe nails. I rode it over to Indonesia and found a new home with a tribe of nomads who were fond of baked goods. But once they figured out that I was only 2% native Indonesian, they tossed me aside. I was seven then, and it would be seven more years before I found my way over to Madagascar, where I met the cast of some Dream Works film.
They were all fairly nice, but the hippo was kind of fat and the lion kept of trying to spoon feed me raw penguin eggs, much to the dismay of the "penguin mothers for hire" organization, which took in orphaned penguins and found them a new home in the landfill a few yards off. By this time I was starving, so I went to said landfill for a snack. I found a twelve inch "sausage link" or so the label said. I bit into it and it...didn't really taste like sausage at all. I mean, it was salty like sausage, but it was also kind of fuzzy and slimy. Luckily, I found a few sheets of aluminum foil, some well-aged natives, and a couple sheets of ply wood, which I used to smuggle myself into Russia, where I currently live now with my self-proclaimed niece and her twenty seven barking Pekineses. |
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(06-19-2010 01:31 AM)Gary Oak Wrote: bleached assholes
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