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John DiFool is a total math geek, having published numerous ground-breaking mathematics papers, all from the basement of his sister’s house, where he subsists on grilled-cheese sandwiches and cheap beer.
Knorf is best friends with a fellow in his employ, Chefguy. So while the former is clearing his throat, “knorf knorf knorf,” the other is preparing Swedish meatballs, “bork bork bork.” After they leave work, they’re getting tandem tattoos of a fork at a place in Newark. That’s near the trendy club Stork, that sells only pork to not just any old dork.
I am a math teacher, and can at least write some math programs on my calculator. Doc told me to cut out the cholesterol tho (and I have), and I have been a lifelong teetotaler, now a blueberry juice junkie. GaryM: The “M” stands for “miasma”…
John is my alter ego. I trot him out when I wish to be a boy. He burps better, can reach stuff on the top shelf and allows me to play in his size 13 Reeboks.
Elendil’s Heir was employed by Peter Jackson as a consultant on The Return of the King, but was dismissed for “repeatedly and inappropriately touching” Orlando Bloom’s wig.