About Nad...

A lot of times you see biographagements what were written by the person what the biograph is about, but it sounds like someone else is saying all kindsa nifty stuff about them, when they are really just making stuff up aboust themselves. Well, that aint the case here acause I di'n't write this, someone else did.

Nad was abandented as an infant in the jungkles of South Allmerica. Fortunaboately, he was foundled and razed by a flock of missplaced lemurs, witwhom he lived till he escaped to Second Life. Nad decided to run away from the lemur herd rather than go along with a marriage, planned by his adoptive parents, to a she-lemur what had recently come into heat.

Where to go from such pre-arrangements, than to Second Life for young Nad. Here, he was to discover wimmin. Strangely, they appealed to his groin whereas she-lemurs, basically fur coats with saucerous eyes, did not.

Since deciding to become a rock star cause a lotta chicks go for that kinda thing, he has performed in Second Life nearly daily, sometimes 2, 3 maybe 4 times a day for 3 years. As a result, prolly over 170 people has become familiar with Nad's stuff.

Oh yeah, and Nad (who isn't writing this) has won a whole lotta awards and stuff too. When he was 12 he won the Annual Chilean Lemur Rotary Club's Who Can Eat The Most Bugs ribbon in the Non-Stop category.

From early chilthood, Nad has been fasckinated with movement. When stuff moved, he would look at it. Sometimes he would even grunt.

At the age of 16 he found a leaky accordian someone left lyin around the South Allmerican jungkle and taught hisselves to wheeze, like Ghandi and so many others before his.

Suddenly, when he was 18, nothing happent. Obviously, all this stuff prepared his for a successful career as a rock star in Second Life.

Howsomeverly, former lives were much more fruitfilled for Nad. In 587 B.C. Hiram Nadiff, as he was named then, was commissioned by Babylonian Decider, Nebushadnezzar, to raze Solomon's temple, and Nad was later (much later) promoted to Lootinit.

Once, he was that guy what used to turn tricks for King Arthur, but the whole affair was hushed up when Nad's wand became the subject of courtlied gossip. "I'll be bach", saids Nad in a wrongful Hamburgish accent, and so he was, but denies any memory of having writed "The Little Organ Book" in 1715. There was, however, much finger pointing.

Still earlier, but later than the whole Babylonian thing, Nad guided Jacques Cartier up the St. Lawrence River in 1535. In appreciatives and pre-thermal underwear, Jackie named this newlied land after Nad, and so Canada was started (only the French always screw up pronunciation). Then war broke out atween the Canadazians what wanted to be British and the Canadazians what wanted to be French and eventually all what was left was a bunch of Canadazians what want to be Allmericadians. "Wanna-bes", saids Nad and left that era quicker than he would leave the tiny island of Austriala just off the continence of New Zealand when the Spacific Ocean was nothin but primordial soup.

Next, it was World War I, and Nad, way ahead of his time, cause this is a previous life I am talkin about and Nad ha'n't even been bornt yet, was fighting for the sexual freedoms of wimmin werld wide. Hopefully they realize the tremendous sacrifights he made over their parts and remain undentured to his to this day.

There are dozen's of other examples, but really - why dwell on aintshit history. That's all in the past, no matter how impressive.

Today Nad is Nad and were it not for former hasbeens that would be a way shorter bio.