 These
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05-23
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Abattoir.Net Warrior Profile:
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"I know it's only
4pm on a Saturday, but I'm trying to sleep..."
DickHead
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Glenn
DickHead
Not sure,
no belly button...
Holding Virginia
hostage
Oakville,
ON
You need friends
for that, don't you?
Solitaire
Speed Dial
- Police
We wish...
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Know
by many names; "Waste of Skin", "LivingDead", "Introvert" and many, many
more... This bottom feeder used to make an appearance at almost every
BTM. Seen
here in a rare photo coddling one of his blue babies, Glenn is a man of
mystery -- we don't know where he came from, what he wants, why he's here...
but many suspect he's from a Jehovah's Witness Activists group or possibly
the genetic fall off from a Billy Graham cloning experiment back in the
60's gone horribly wrong. Either way, this extra terrestrial had
attempted to make the Abattoir
proximity it's stomping grounds (...tip-toe grounds that is...)
and we drove him out. Much like the worms in the movie "Dune", Glenn
could be summoned any given afternoon by walking on your heels in the Abattoir
during the day, or dropping a small object, any kind of "thump" sound will
draw this knight of morality and silence from his padded cave of seclusion
next door. With the possible exclusion of driving a wooden stake
through his heart, we attempted to find a means of dealing "legally" with
this jack-off. He's invited the police to the Abattoir
on several occasions now, each more unwarranted and pathetic then the last.
He has two spawn and a lovely and somewhat normal wife/hostage which we're
all praying for (...these factors alone have stilled our passionate
desire to burn him out...). Glenn has as since moved...
We use this page to remember him by.
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