HOME: Under any rock from Ypsilanti to Berlin, generally where the blondes are.

AGE: Pre-anal.

PROFESSION: Cultural sodom of the musical kind.

HOBBIES: Extreme pectoral development, running away from Nico, Wide World of Sports, peanut butter massage, Mad magazine cover shots, pro-nuke benefits, phone calls to the dead.

LAST BOOK READ: WiUe Zurmacht by Friedrich Nietzsche.

LAST ACCOMPLISHMENT: Successfully toilet-trained.

QUOTE: “Dog food composes my wife.”

PROFILE : Singeing cerebellums with tales of debauchery and public indecency , the World’s Forgotten Boy embodies the spirit of der Ubermensch and Alfred E. Neuman, all in one wiggly package.

BEER: Boy Howdy!