| Biography:
Alex was born in Montana and was raised by Farmer Bob's hens. When he was 12 he achived god-like status for his exceptional growth spurts (he left all the other chicks in the dust.) He used this newfound fame to make the chickens carry him to Santa Cruz. Half way there, however, they called mutiny and tried (unsucessfully) to peck his eyes out. So he hitch hiked the rest of the way. He then began to get in touch with his human side, which taught him such things as finding and getting food out of the refrigerator (a skill he has not yet perfected) and bitching about gas prices. He now lives in a box in the middle of the road, and eats a dry lump of poison everyday for breakfast.[ and you thought you had it bad.] He still has a fondness of stealing hubcaps, buying silverware, and running around acting like an idiot [which he is very good at] Biography: What really happened: Alex was born in Montana back around 1980-something. When he was about 5 weeks old his parents suddenly got the brilliant idea to move to Santa Cruz, where they actually had a jobs (you cant live off of nothing forever, i think). He lived in an old house until his family found out it was cheaper to live in a really old house 3 miles away. Alex is interested in climbing and getting married to his favorite person in the world. He would probably do more things, but he doesnt want to. He's also really lazy and procrastinates too much. In his spare time he thinks about Charles Manson (his real name was Charles Krautmeyer), and building plans for a flying lawn chair. Top 10 list of things alex likes (In no order)
About this site: This site? Is there a problem?? am i gonna' hafta go get 'bruiser' the manager??? no, i didnt think you had any problems, good. you can still email me [email protected] and tell me how much my web site sucks News/Updates i am getting married to some one you probably dont know 05-06-2001: Little kids threw rocks at me today. Luckily they had bad aim. 05-17-2001: I just got arrested and almost shot by local police officers. oh joy. see the awards page for what happened |
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