[Insert picture of me here when I find a good one. Thinks: is that possible]
I am an Australian born in Sydney and have always lived my life here in Australia. I do not think I would want to live anywhere else. As of the writing of this I am 24 years old.
The following description of Glyn is given to you by my expensive
friend Tracey:
In his wallet does Glyn have
a) a gold censored card,
b) censored,
c) censored
d) all of the above.
answer: d.
His previous occupations include, selling shoes at a shoe store, dealing with other peoples bodily fluids and selling fruit. Given up on the shoe selling biz and decided to do customer support for a major software company. This means that people ring me up and ask me questions. I ussually can not answer them so I send them to someone else. This someone else ussually sends them back to me and then I find someone to speak to them. They call it beurocacy.
Glyn is suffering from low male ego as he does not have a car cause he
crashed it.
A confession from Glyn: "I am shit scared of driving. Its not me, its
those other bastards on the road. I don't think they like me. What is it
my body odur or something..." Or is it cause you walk out in front
of cars without looking????