Hello
and welcome to Dr. Evil's (thats me) secret underground lair. Now,
let myself tell you a little about.....myself (yes, I stole my nemesis'
line)
"My father was a relentlessly
self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with
low-grade narcolepsy
and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year old French prostitute
named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, hewould drink,
he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes
he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy... the sort of general malaise
that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical...
summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets.
When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds...
pretty standard, really. At the age of twelve, I received my first scribe.
At the age of
fourteen, a Zoastrian named
Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like
a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it."
There, now that you know me,
we can move on. Where would you like to go next?
-
Dr. Evil's Photo Album-
-Mr.
Bigglesworth's Lair-
-Visit
my high caliber fembots-
-Visit
the sharks with frigin' laser guns strapped to their heads (links)-
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