AGirlNamedVictoria

Never let it be said that I don't respond positively to a box inviting me to write something about myself.

Stole some Chewits in 1979. The guilt still haunts me. Silver-throated roustabout, iconoclast and proper ninny.

I'm going to say things orally on the internet.

I’m a tall fellow.

Like asparagus on toast: enticing, but makes your pee smell funny.

Cyber-stalking YOU right now.

An impressively consistent disappointment.

Cold, remote, dangerous, nice teeth* (*metaphor ends here).

Oversized head, tiny hands. If found, please return to @TheSleepyNinja