God has a wife!

Finally, I have reunited with my Dear and trusted friend Allan. And after talking a while, I said to him that he had to marry some woman, so he just followed my advice, and got married to the first women he saw.

Next time, you may choose a nice and hot woman, but I know that she will be great on the bed.

Best wishes to you and your ugly wife Alan!

In this picure, you can see me, I have some make up, because in London they do not accept african people. (Also, I'm wearing a beautiful necklace)

According to my readers' wishes, now I update a picture of myself. Here I am with my wife, Rebecca. It was taken on february, 1998, by my most loyal slave I ever had, Splinter.

This picture produces a great melancholy in me, because things have changed a lot since that happy times. Splinter died of tuberculosis (if you don't know, in SouthAfrica slaves are not allowed to take vaccines), and now my wife is very sick, which makes us decrease our sexual life very highly. I hope you like this fantastic photograph as I do, my sweet readers!

In Alan we trust

A long time ago, me and my trusted friend Alan, were writting some scripts for some comic-books. However, Mr. Moore, got his mind stuck with two crazy ideas. One of the was a graphic novel of some guy that look just like Guy Fawkes, and he was going to release London and send it to anarchy. The other was a 12-part story about some super-heroes in a world where the cold war never ended, and USA won Vietnam.

I did not want to discourage him, but I told him that he should get some real job, like being an accountant. However he did not hear me, and he let his hair grow (also his beard), and he started wearing some ugly gipsy rings (he said that they were MAGICAL rings).

Nowadays he sure is working in some McDonalds or something like that, only because he did not want to hear me. However, some dude said that he is the owner of a castle and the most acclaimed writter in comic-book industries, but, I do not believe in castles, so I think he was bluffing.