DJfunkyClunt
(clint, this lil one's my home girly yo)
(clint, this lil one's my home girly yo)
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Bio:
Deep within the primordial ooze of prehistoric times, a being was created to pull down the panties and satanically jam out. Fueled by politically brewed beer, he stumbled through the eras. This is the short version of his tale......../
The age of the dinosaurs was a time he could always count on danger.
Wrestling dangerous beasts for the mere purpose of survival and fun, he was mangled and gnarled beyond recognition. He wandered the land, until it split apart and the mass known as Pangeia was destroyed. One day he gew sick of it all and picked up a giant mountain of fire, and flung it into the atmosphere, and when it came crashing down, the reptilian beasts were gone. However the fragments clouded the sky, and blocked out the soothing rays of the sun. It grew cold and icy, and so he went dormant. Waiting in hiding until his time would come, he was discovered by a lonely traveler, the weilder of the Katana of Rock. They traveled the islands of Japan fighting many dangerous enemies and advancing through many conveniently organized adventures together, until the Samurai was eventually struck down by a stray arrow in a battle. Fueled by wrath, he became known as Kamikaze, the Divine Wind. His roaring breath blew the enemies clear away. Soon after, the Divine Wind left Japan, never to return. He traveled west, toward the cold lands of Europe. He found himself on an island in northeastern europe, surrounded by viking champions. Though sword and sheild and spear they wore, they could not defeat him. Limb and flesh was torn apart through his mighty rage. The heads were removed and thrown into the rivers where it is said the ghosts of the vikings sing in the winter night. Now armed with a Warhammer he called Mjollnir, he traveled on. His boisterous footsteps sounded like thunder in the distance. Wherever he went people called him Thor the Thunder-Maker. One upon a time he fought many great beasts in a place called Ragnarok. No one made it out alive, but him. He had cleverly hidden after being mortally wounded. He managed to escape the heated battle and storms of the falling skies. Many a drink he had in the Halls of The Aesir before the Destruction of Ragnarok. Now lonely again, he wandered the world until he found The Americas, which had yet to be discovered by many civilizations. There he lay dormant once more. One day, the Weilder of the Katana of Rock reincarnate was walking through the woods, when he had an odd sort of feeling. Compelled by what seemed like nothing more than Pure Truth, the Samurai reincarnate found himself entering a cave, which had signs of many a violent rage, claw marks deep within the living rock. He traveled deep into the earth through this cave and found, encased in a block of ice, Clunt the OG Slapcore Pleaser!!!!!
Deep within the primordial ooze of prehistoric times, a being was created to pull down the panties and satanically jam out. Fueled by politically brewed beer, he stumbled through the eras. This is the short version of his tale......../
The age of the dinosaurs was a time he could always count on danger.
Wrestling dangerous beasts for the mere purpose of survival and fun, he was mangled and gnarled beyond recognition. He wandered the land, until it split apart and the mass known as Pangeia was destroyed. One day he gew sick of it all and picked up a giant mountain of fire, and flung it into the atmosphere, and when it came crashing down, the reptilian beasts were gone. However the fragments clouded the sky, and blocked out the soothing rays of the sun. It grew cold and icy, and so he went dormant. Waiting in hiding until his time would come, he was discovered by a lonely traveler, the weilder of the Katana of Rock. They traveled the islands of Japan fighting many dangerous enemies and advancing through many conveniently organized adventures together, until the Samurai was eventually struck down by a stray arrow in a battle. Fueled by wrath, he became known as Kamikaze, the Divine Wind. His roaring breath blew the enemies clear away. Soon after, the Divine Wind left Japan, never to return. He traveled west, toward the cold lands of Europe. He found himself on an island in northeastern europe, surrounded by viking champions. Though sword and sheild and spear they wore, they could not defeat him. Limb and flesh was torn apart through his mighty rage. The heads were removed and thrown into the rivers where it is said the ghosts of the vikings sing in the winter night. Now armed with a Warhammer he called Mjollnir, he traveled on. His boisterous footsteps sounded like thunder in the distance. Wherever he went people called him Thor the Thunder-Maker. One upon a time he fought many great beasts in a place called Ragnarok. No one made it out alive, but him. He had cleverly hidden after being mortally wounded. He managed to escape the heated battle and storms of the falling skies. Many a drink he had in the Halls of The Aesir before the Destruction of Ragnarok. Now lonely again, he wandered the world until he found The Americas, which had yet to be discovered by many civilizations. There he lay dormant once more. One day, the Weilder of the Katana of Rock reincarnate was walking through the woods, when he had an odd sort of feeling. Compelled by what seemed like nothing more than Pure Truth, the Samurai reincarnate found himself entering a cave, which had signs of many a violent rage, claw marks deep within the living rock. He traveled deep into the earth through this cave and found, encased in a block of ice, Clunt the OG Slapcore Pleaser!!!!!