Here is the official Kook-list for the Commodore 64.
Groepaz - The face of a troll that only a mother could love. Long
lice-ridden hair covered with a vast amount of grease. A
poor sense of fashion, for who wears black socks with white
running shoes and shorts. Enjoys stuffing German Sausages into
his arse and trying to explode them out after eating a bean
burrito. Not able to tell the difference between
Elevator Action and Elevator Mission, for too much sperm
has been shot into his eyeballs from assorted men.
Jazzcat - Another of the "stuck in the 80's so I live in
a C64 world" groupies with long hair, a poor attempt to grow
a moustache. Too much time spent in his mom's basement he
has allowed his body to become to skinny you can see all his
bones. Enjoys oral fellatio with men, as proven on Adult
Friend Finder's gay area. That is his picture isn't it?
Unable to code, he can only link intros written by others for
him. Readily identifiable by the large gap between his front
teeth and the squinty eyes. Wears tin-foil hats to keep
his thoughts from leaving his head, when he has any.
Stash (Laszlo) - Another of the pot smoking wanna-be's on
the C64. This fellow comes to us from Sweden where he does
nothing for the 64. He is bald because he thinks no hair is
going to get him a woman. He is unable to spell anything
properly and will even spell the same word ten different ways
in a single paragraph. Does he not look up at the screen? He
has the I.Q. of a 9 year old. The same aged boys he prefers
to bring home after a long day of surfing animal porn.
Fungus - Scott is another of the trend. Long greased
hair, unshaven, poor hygeine all around him. He is single
and enjoys making love to his guitar collection. A failed
musician he now works with music amps to dwell out a living.
Scott enjoys nights of IRC chatting, collecting anime
ships (he's only 34) and painting his miniature collection.
Another sad case of a fellow stuck in the 80's who couldn't
quite escape it.
Sixx - A failed member of F4CG who enjoys singing Motlet
Crue lyrics to people thinking it will somehow be an
effective form of flattery. The lowest of the low, a
simpleton modem trader who was expelled from the group.
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