Scottish Guy

The life of Scottish Guy.

I am the Scottish Guy. I hail from Glasgow, Scotland, where I live out my life in quiet seclusion, rarely questing out into the populous streets that surround me on all sides. I shy away from daylight, preffering instead the safety and security afforded by dark cloak of night. On the rare occasions that I do venture out into the world of men, my cheif responsibility becomes that of holding Sick Bobs' jacket when he's had a few too many vodka and red bulls.

I've taken up a number of solitary activities. Much of my time is spent browsing the elecronic world of the net or writing tales of high adventure (ask me about my novel! Go on, you know you want to!) Other times I occupy myself by training in the gym (so that I can hit Sick Bob really hard when he calls me short) or trying to kill myself on the Scottish hills (when I feel bad because Sick Bob called me short, which I'm not alright? I'm NOT short!!! <the sound of his voice echos around the empty room for a moment> ).

Some people call me Peter. My friends call me "AAaarrggghhh! Get away from me you bloody psycho! RUN! He's got a gun! <BANG> GGNnnnhhhh. <sound of body hitting floor>.

Apart from that, I'm a really nice guy.

<Only the insane have strength enough to prosper>
<Only the prosperous may judge what is truly sane>

Quote by : Some Guy.