| Wiley's Useless Home Page |
| New url, same old freakin' site. |
| Answers to questions you didn’t ask: He has chocolate in his peanut butter. He's faster than a speeding pelican. He trusts in God but is using The Club. He's with the band. He's shin deep in shins. He avoids clichés like the plague. Your epidermis is showing. He's blinded by delusions of mediocrity. He is almost, but not entirely unlike tea. Now I see from whence the stench came! He is, in fact, being dragged away by wild horses. He don't need no thought control. He thanks you, sir...may he have another? Don't make him resort to empty threats. |
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| Links, Dagnabbit! Respect my wood paneling! |
| Easy Reader, that's his name. Mmmm, hmmm, hmmm... |
