Once a year, every year, he runs out of his house with a pair of tighty-whities on his head, and yells, "AH POOPED!" then runs back inside before anyone can say anything.
Whenever he sees a cluster of lowridin' cholos, dashes into the midst of them and starts dancing + singing the tune of the "Mexican Hat Dance", randomly slapping them with wet fish by way of percussion accompaniment.
Has a tattoo of Abe Vigoda's face. But here's the thing -- it's on Angelina Jolie's left underboob. But he paid for it and proudly tells complete strangers in the Denver airport that it belongs to him, damn it!
(The milk thing is 100% true, by the way. I chugged about a quart throughout today, and I'm rippin' ass so rancid it'd make Gary Coleman cry. Despite the fact that he's already dead. Also, is there a word for a cupcakeer midget? Wait... nidget?)
(Okay, that settles it, then: Gary Coleman = America's most famous nidget.)
Ahem, back on topic: ^^Whenever Jehovah's Witnesses knock on his door, he invites them in. But then turns on lezz pr0n at top volume while they're trying to talk to him about Jeezis.
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