Joe "Catfish" Provo's Freaky Crap

Absolutum obsoletum.


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Peeve-of-the-Moment:
Rude people.

Rather Obvious Crimson Fact Number 6:
He briefly played guitar.

"I hold the reigns of evolution, twisting my own DNA strand like so many plastic snake-like ball puzzles!"
- Joe Provo

I suggest you visit the Mid-Atlantic Infoshop or visiting Bill Marr's Survey Central.

Want more spew? Ready to help decide next TV season? Sit down and review the crimefighter plotlines.

And as a parting shot, one of those insufferable Saturday Morning toy advertizements:

It's Annoyed General Death Swims!  New, from BondoTRONIX, Co.. 
Rae Dawn Chong reminds you "Math is hard and remember: Don't talk to strangers". 

Cheers,
joe