01-10-2006, 04:16 AM
Yep, the ole "Get to know each other" thread, open for long-time members and newcomers alike. Here's the place to post your real name, adress, home phone number, credit card details, penis size and any other pertinant information you wish to share :elk:
Right, to kick things off... the name is Patrik Jonasson, as anyone who's seen my msn handle knows, so it's hardly a secret. I've managed to stay alive for 28 years now, much to my surprise. Despite my many, many years on this Earth I have so far only managed to spawn one offspring, a son called Leo, who unfortunately favors Bob the Builder and dinosaurs over Elder Scrolls, but I'll work on it as he gets older. Much to my dismay, old age is eating away my hairline, but on the up side each strand of hair (and then some!) reappear somewhere else on me by some mysterious force.
I'm from Sweden, the land of Ikea and sordid sin. To be precise, I reside in a two-story villa (tis a rental) with my girlfriend, in a small village some ways west of Stockholm. The nearest store is five kilometres away, and since I don't drive, picking up smokes gives me plenty of much-needed excersize. It's much better than our old place, which was on the 7th floor in a slum that was rife with poverty and crime. Very cheap rent though, but not a place you'd want to stay in too long. I'm out of a job at the moment, but when I'm not I usually work as a forklift driver, which is immensely fun. When you're sitting on two tons of steel and hauling another ton in front of you, trust me, people get out of your way
Right, to kick things off... the name is Patrik Jonasson, as anyone who's seen my msn handle knows, so it's hardly a secret. I've managed to stay alive for 28 years now, much to my surprise. Despite my many, many years on this Earth I have so far only managed to spawn one offspring, a son called Leo, who unfortunately favors Bob the Builder and dinosaurs over Elder Scrolls, but I'll work on it as he gets older. Much to my dismay, old age is eating away my hairline, but on the up side each strand of hair (and then some!) reappear somewhere else on me by some mysterious force.
I'm from Sweden, the land of Ikea and sordid sin. To be precise, I reside in a two-story villa (tis a rental) with my girlfriend, in a small village some ways west of Stockholm. The nearest store is five kilometres away, and since I don't drive, picking up smokes gives me plenty of much-needed excersize. It's much better than our old place, which was on the 7th floor in a slum that was rife with poverty and crime. Very cheap rent though, but not a place you'd want to stay in too long. I'm out of a job at the moment, but when I'm not I usually work as a forklift driver, which is immensely fun. When you're sitting on two tons of steel and hauling another ton in front of you, trust me, people get out of your way