Interests & Hobbies
Meaning of Life:
Go forth, thee, and endeavor to try not to be a dick.
Favorite Books:
I used to pack away 300 pages a day of anything I could get my hands on. Nowadays I plow through crap self-published fiction on Amazon and come across a gem now and then.
Favorite Songs:
I like a wide range, but the super ear-bleedy jazz can snort a burning dick.
Favorite Movies:
Don't have the attention span anymore.
If I Could Be Anywhere Right Now:
Exploring the stars.
Hobbies:
Rocks. Cars. Staying on the dignified side of the dirt.
Talents:
Earlier today I was having a three way conversation. You know, me, someone else, and me to someone else quietly, in my brain.
Quiet me said 'I will come over this table, fella. I will come over this table and break a hip. And I will scream like a little girl.'
'And I bet before you can get your hands over your ears, that's going to be REALLY uncomfortable for you!'
Perfect Mate:
Meh, been alone too long and I'm way too selfish to run my life by committee. "But RockMullet, some people LOVE that!" Yeah, but I'm not dick enough to take advantage of it.
Perfect Date:
Not the kind that killed that cute-ass monkey in that one movie, clearly.
Best Reason to Get to Know Me:
There isn't one. I'm old, fat, grumpy, foul-mouthed and I smell bad.