Apparently, my rack is astounding.
My name is Lambchop, and I’m an 18-year-old writer living in Manhattan — a city that provides me with all sorts of opportunities to work towards ultimate self-destruction. Among other things, I enjoy regular displays of greed, sloth, lust and envy (avarice, anger and pride died in ’96).
Do you like your boobs?
I’d like them more if they weren’t two fleshy orbs of ceaseless male oppression.
Would you sleep with a dude the age of your grandpa for $3,000,000?
A solid three million in NYC could potentially afford me a 400 square-foot studio apartment with running water and a corner to piss in. Fuck yeah!
Have people (guys) ever said you look like a particular celebrity (…to try get in your pants)?
People tell me I look like that swan-suited yeti, Bjork, on a daily basis. Needless to say, it has yet to work towards their advantage.
What makes you Bastardly?
You mean besides the vulgarity, promiscuity, alcoholism and rampant drug abuse? Oh, I don’t know, my charm?
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