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Once upon a time, in a little cottage in Phoenix, Arizona, a little boy was born. His parents, being Republicans, and not altogether
mentally stable, decided to name him Praxxix. Praxxix ( who, by the way, just happened to be born with one hand, like Jim Abbott, which
is why he is not a better lemmer ) turned out to be quite an intelligent young child, playing constantly with Legos, Erector Sets, and
matches. He has never won a Nobel prize, though, and this really pisses him off. When he was about 4, his parents decided to move to
Las Vegas, because " Son, we just don't think that this community sets good moral standards for our children." Sheesh. Go figure. His
schooling hasn't consisted of much, mainly due to two BIG reasons:
1. He was never given a chance because his Great-great-great-grandfather was the attending assistant executive secretary to the
Chairman of the Commitee on Grape Jam, Hub Caps, and Llama Herding, and you know just how prejudice everyone is against THOSE
guys.
2. He is just a sophomore in High School.
Those disadvantages aside, though, he leads a halfway decent life. He's on the volleyball and basketball teams, was the captain
of his Varsity Quiz team (don't ask), and is the co-founder of the Las Vegas chapter of S.A.S.I - Students for the Adoption of the
Spherical Inch. He USED to have a lot of money, but then he became addicted to Laser Tag, and AOL Trivia. He has an unusual affinity
for Llamas, Ranch Party Dip, and Audrey Hepburn, and he has watched all three of the Starwars films WAY too many times.
After High School, he plans to attend Harvard, MIT, The University of Texas at Austin, or Alaska Bible College. He knows the
entire MIT football cheer, all of the Presidents by number, and has the names of all 5 Simon & Garfunkel albums tatooed under his
cranium. He hopes to someday marry, reproduce, and become a ridiculously high-paid programmer at some big company in the Fortune
500 that has so much money that they buy mints for every single employee, everyday, and I'm not talking about the stupid striped kind
that you get at mexican restaraunts, but the good kind that they leave on your pillow at the Ritz, and that you buy for 20 bucks a pound at
the candy store.
Or he might just play another Trivia game.
From Mike,
With Love. {{{{{{}}}}}}