An introverted man with good intentions, tending to stay away from drama. Incredibly handsome, charming, and has a three-foot schlong. Can always be found standing at least four feet away from the popular kids as not to get involved with any bullshit, and spends time with his friend, Mini-Me-- A miniature version of Cassius that also dislikes drama and also happens to have a three-foot schlong. Cassius sweats nothing but pure testosterone and adrenaline, and therefore is always surrounded by chicks. Does not enjoy eating tacos while riding a big motorcycle.
Damn... I wish I could be friends with
Cassius... But I also wish that I were eating tacos on a motorcycle... I will always try, but will never be him.
An unimportant delusional man, who believes American history to be a work of fiction he saw in a movie one time. He thinks he can solve the world's problems by shoving fish sticks up his lumpy ass, but replace "world's problems" with "sexual inadequacy". It is very likely that he likes to drink vinegar for fun, seeing how his personality is bitter and spicy and he has to find a way to make up for his quarter-inch penis. His music has the power to miraculously make dead people die a second time, causing the great pain. His rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody was so bad, Freddie Mercury rose up from the grave, smacked him, gave him a well-deserved case of AIDS, and went back to his hole in the ground.
Cam: Kanye West wrote the chapter of my US History Textbook where Harriet Tubman used the force to stop Pliny the Elder from committing mass genocide on the Mexicans on Holy Loly Mountain.
Jolie: Let's just hope he doesn't run for president...