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About me:
I’ve been in trouble most of my life because I've never responded well to threats. At 6 foot tall and 230 pounds I'm the runt of my family, so fighting giants was the norm. That naturally led to a job bouncing at the local biker bar and all the trouble that it could possibly lead to. I graduated from the school of hard knocks at the age of 27 and started attending classes at the local community college, getting a degree in engineering a few years later. I'm still feral according to those that know me, just barely house trained. I'm grateful that I have a job that allows me to spend much of my time up in the Sierra Nevada mountains because I'm much more comfortable there than in the city. I try very hard not to step on the toes of my acquaintances, and others are well advised to show me the same courtesy, because I rarely bark more than once before I bite. Treat me well and you made a loyal friend for life, do me dirty, you’ll have to worry, maybe for years, about when and where the bite will come.
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About you:
All I require is some decent dose of common sense, or as I like to think of it, WQ (Wisdom Quotient). IQ is over rated, George Bush has a 125 and still manages to make a fool of himself daily.
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