I'm afraid of nothing but mediocrity and irrelevancy.
<--- That's me next door. Marc, however, is that pile of rags, blood, sweat, tears and self-soiling lying over there in the corner quivering and muttering something 'bout "the spooky giraffe...tennis rackets for legs...drinking borscht through a twizzler", but file photos show the attached to be a reasonable representation by phone-photography standards (Marc's the one in front with the BIG, GIANT HEAD. Note that the hair is a temporary affectation seriously curtailed this morning with clippers and no blade guide):
Visibly yours,
Adrian (avatars being, in my case, a necessary lie)
Last edited by montsnmags; 03-25-2010 at 06:33 AM.
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