I'm the self-styled crazy guy of the group, along with one of my best friends, Matt. Every since the early days when Nick and Stacey were together, we've been the clowns of the group. Sometimes though, people seem to forget that just because I act it, I'm not stupid. I know what's going on, a fact that seems to only be reflected by Pat's.. wavering confidence in me. Whoo-wee. I've been through just about as much as anyone else in TMS could be, and between jokes try to at least seem serious. Heh, yeah right. Anyway, I usually divide my time between being chased around by Pat, Reed, Stacey, or Michelle; making comments and eh.. posters that seem to be the source of said chasing; trying to maintain something resembling a social life outside of TMS; keeping PAt's screwups out of public view (Haw, had to say it, Pat.); and trying to keep everyone off each other's throats by keeping them on mine. Busy schedule, hmm?