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1. Likes orange (but not oranges)
2. Is a pirate
3. Drools when concentrating too hard
4. Plays male characters on MMORPG so people don't sugar me
5. Icecream is my favorite food group
6. Nickname came from Batman SFX
7. Wants 80's hair
8. Collects instruments, FF7 anything, books
9. Eats icecream from the box
10. Has hearing problems
11. Occasionally forgets to breathe
12. Has nightmares, never dreams
13. Closet is full of costumes
14. Wears PJs more often than normal clothing
15. Owns more PJs than normal clothing
16. #1 flaw is indesiciveness
17. Can't spell
18. Uses a Thesaurus daily
19. Enjoys the word "Cantankerous"
20. Fears nothing
21. Will make faces at grumpy people
22. Believes in God
23. Running and reading are my stress reliefs
24. Can't cook meat
25. Hates burocracy
26. Thinks science teachers are all evil (Take Snape for example!)
27. Nothing ever surprises me
28. Showers in the morning
29. Facinated by neurology
30. Would prefer being male
31. Isn't gay/lesbian in spite of that.
32. Dislikes jazz -- tolerates all other music
33. Hates money
34. Will write on ticket stubs
35. Loves writing but tries to draw, make movies, and flash animations too
36. Always feels sleepy
37. Likes non-alcoholic Pina Coladas. Yay!
38. Dislikes horror of any kind
39. Never buys new clothing
40. Has difficulty spending money ... even on stuff I absolutely love
41. Will walk 50 km to save a penny
42. Major adversity to losing
43. Dislikes most animals -- enjoys birds
44. Has too many interests
45. Never bored
46. Hates when people catagorize themselves (emo, prep, jock)
47. Values time over money
48. Allergic to seafood
49. Still listens to Aqua and Eiffle 65
50. Terminator 2 is my favorite movie
51. Too lazy to write more today ...

Skin bronzed from having fallen asleep on the hammock outside, I awoke from groggy stupor to find myself properly attired like a pirate. The mystery was solved a mere thirty minutes later when my brain began to function after wolfing down a box of Cap N Crunch Cereal and milk. The milk managed to make the meal somewhat “balanced” although The Broken Bandit would insist that the box added some extra nutritional value to the glucose and sugar combination.

Apparently he had been hard at work looting gald, recruiting members *such as the bodacious powder monkey Purple Red Rose*, and pillaging plunder so that we as pirates could afford to accessorize ourselves adequately. Impressed, I tipped my hat to him and continued my afternoon nap, mere curiousity now abated.

After raiding the Headless Clowns' refridgerator for a hardly adequate feast comprised of Kraft Macaroni & Cheese and raspberry flavored freezies, I emerged from the cabin to discover myself in Columbian Territory. It was there that I met The Broken Bandit; presently fleeing a pack of rabid Columbians who aimed to burn him for celebrating the 4th of July in Canuck territory. I lowered the rope ladder (you know, the ridiculously long one that all evil villains have for times of emergency) and The Broken Bandit climbed up. Now I've only to discover other comrades whose worst fears don't involve the ocean.

The seas were dark; the winds wicked. And as I boarded The Headless Clown for the first time I thought "What am I getting myself into?" Without men, women, or even a swab to help steer the ship, I attempted heaving off shore only to discover that my brilliant spanish galleon was plunked dead center in a field of Albertian wheat. stressed

Repairs began immediately as I attached propellers to the back and balloons to the masts, hoping that the Headless Clown would rise high enough above ground to catch the lamentable prairie draft.