The Devilish, Troublesome Tinkler, The Twisted Titan, Mastermind of the Meddlesome Menagerie
-Like the sock on my foot... the 500 fpm ("farts-per-minute" for the eggheads) high speed brap master underneath my desk... or the hat on my head... unseperable
The Gwizzalicious Punk Shnaster and Galactic Master of Groglock
-My main squeeze because I gotta use both my hands on this dripping fellow when we hop into a smoking hot duo lane straight to Sextown USA (population: US!)
The Groggy Grueller, Figurehead of the Rotten Gauntlet (Dragon Age)
-My worst enemy and the architect of my dismay (no I am -NOT- 1200 pounds STOP ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ SAYING I AM )
Weenie Deadman, the Coke Harbor Farter and Destructive Dynamic Dynamo
-My crazed and unhinged alter-ego (Dr. Crankenstein). Tonight's the night.. and it's going to happen again and again.. has to happen
The Anatomical, Artistic Annihilator of the Diabolical Dimension
-Heaven's Door stealing the ability to control the bowels creating a diarrhea dump-struction across the living room floor, cleanup aisle trousers!
Jacqueline Stackerson, Poopicus the Skidstress
- MY PERSONAL PUPPET, FOREVER WITHIN THE PALM OF MY HAND OR THE POCKET OF MY SKID-MARKED JOGGERS, FATED TO BE CONSTRAINED TO THE STRINGS
The Carnivorous Canine of Virtual Time and Space
-The Amazon of my Jeffery Bezos.. the Dr. Jekyll to my Mr. Hyde.. the Dexter to my Morgan.. a beast freed from his cage whose only release is behind the wheel of a Ford F150 with a bottle of Tito's in-hand