There’s one or two minor differences, dumbass.
1. The only time I wear black is when I’m on a scooter. Too many cats.
Og wears black on a regular basis.
2. Kim and Connie du Toit will both comment on Og’s blog.
Most of the folks who comment at my websites are convicted rapists, murderers, and Catholic priests who blog from the SuperMax prison.
3. Og’s a big boy. An Xtra-Large big boy, with double cheese.
I’m 4’2″ tall; shave my back with a broken bottle, and have genital warts under my arms.
4. I’m married to a scientist.
Og’s married to the Ogwife.
5. Og has a daughter.
I’d be in prison if I had a daughter.
6. Og would feel a small amount of remorse if Tom the WonderTroll suddenly passed away.
I’d feel hungry, then grab a chili cheeseburger, with extra onions. Fuck you Tom, we’re not that close.
7. Og’s an engineer in the truest form of the word.
I can put gas in my truck.
8. Og’s been stabbed before.
I once chewed my right arm off, just after waking up and finding I was a bit too drunk the previous evening.
9. I wrote my first love note on the girl’s bathroom stall in grade school.
Why Og doesn’t torch Tom the Wondertroll is still a mystery.
10. Og has more guns than I do.
Though I probably have more ammo.
Dick, you are a pathological liar, so why would you tell the truth about all this? And oh, by the way, you are the sickest fuck I know. Next to Vman. Thanks.
wtf was that?
Just Dick, comparing himself to me. For Tom’s benefot- though tom has disapeared, unelss the comments from “goat anal altarboy” count.
So Dick, wanna explain what the heck you were doing in the girls room?
Breaking in, writing love letters. I went to Dallas schools, so it was to be expected.