Me and my aura, strollin' down the avenue Me and my aura, no one there to tell our troubles to And when it's twelve o'clock, we climb the stair We never knock, 'cause nobody's there. Just me and my aura, all alone and feelin' blue.
Chris has sojourned to the Inscrutible East and walked among the people there, possibly learning ANCIENT SECRETS. For the first time, these three resplendent images have been revealed to the public! (There is also a contest where you can win a valuable prize, while supplies last!)
Chris is better than you because he has sat upon a yak.
Chris has a Satyagraha Sweetheart named Andrew Krizman, whose name has, until now, been mysteriously UNKNOWN TO BILLIONS!!! Andrew taught Chris the forbidden art of juggling, which they are said to practice on cloudless nights when the moon is gibbous.
Chris is
Chris is so EERILY INCOMPREHENSIBLE that he is liable at any moment to begin speaking in Invented Languages. .i la kris. cu pamoi zabna se pluka la lojban noi logji ke selfinti bangu .i da'i do se bangu la lojban. .inaja .uidai ko mrilu fi la kris. mu'i lenu simtavla .audai