T. RASH

Name: Thomas Trash
Position: Right attacking-midfield
Date of birth: 21/09/1984
Biggest Achievement: Learning the entire Ghostbusters theme tune on guitar.
Secret weapon: My ability to talk like a quasi - surfer. Rad!
Bad habits: Internet addiction. Crack.
Quote: 'Busting makes me feel good!' - Ray Parker Jr
Hero: Mum (shucks). Pat Sharpe. Oh and Meatloaf.

I would sell my soul for...Meatloaf's firm young body.
I wouldn’t be seen dead wearing...My natural hair.
I’d do anything for Mmmm, Juicy, but I won’t...ever again sleep in a room with Yalson's snoring EVER AGAIN. You see folks, behind that suave and promisingly effeminate persona that Yalson projects so effortlessly, there is actually the world's loudest snorer. Years of turnip abuse has left his septum shot to fuck, meaning that when Yalson snores the vacuum created is powerful enough to suck in an entire human man, and deafen those sleeping in countries near him.
When I die, promise you’ll never look....on the 'Animal Love' section of my hard-drive.
Hang the blessed DJ because...I fancy a kebab.
If you were Batman who would be your Robin? It would have to be my best friend Nick. The criminals would just give up when they saw the size of his Mullet.
If you were Itchy who would be your Scratchy? Someone with nice long fingernails. And a dress. No, not that dress. The red dress.
Would you rather everyone could read your mind, or no one could understand you? Not many people understand my thick Narfuck accent as it is, so I'd have to let them read my mind. They'd probably not be able look at their granparents without vomiting ever again though....
If you could invent something what would it be? A real life lightsabre. It would break the ice at parties.

Do you believe in hell? Whilst Brian Adams is still producing music, the idea retains it's credibility.
Do you think you'll end up there? Why would I want to go where Brian Adams is? I purposely avoid his records, concerts and Canada so I doubt it....
If you could add a new word to the dictionary what would it be and what would it mean? Cromulent - it would be an adjective to describe that breakfast crack hit.
Describe yourself in 5 words: Honest, friendly, romantic crack-whore.

Favourite song: Oh nasty, erm here we go: 'Wake up with a Smile' - Consumed, 'The Decline' - NOFX, 'Citizen Erased' - Muse, 'Lady Liberty' - Rancid, 'Human Punk' - MBA, ' Close Minded' - Vision, 'Marked', ' 21st Century Digital Boy' and 'The Defense' - Bad Religion, 'Bro Hymn' - Pennywise, 'The Real Ghostbuster's Theme Tune' - Ray Parker Jr, 'Paradise by the Dashboard Light' - Meatloaf, 'Into the Fire' - The Dawn Parade, 'White Gold Way' - Terris and countless other songs, in countless different genres, by countless other bands. Safe!
Favourite bands: Consumed, MBA, Rancid, Dawn Parade, Pennywise, Bad Religion, NOFX, Antihero, Blue Gandhi, Sick of it All, Muse, Radiohead, The Exiles etc etc....
Favourite TV shows: Spooks - for shear comic implausibility, The Day Today - because satire that good is better than Meatloaf (!) and Rotten Ralph.
Favourite films: Star Wars (all of them), The Matrix, Fight Club, the Green Mile and anything that makes me think. I'm not a film buff, but I am a Star Wars geek. Figure.

Finally,

Would you rather eat a teaspoonful of your own shit, or a whole baby? Consider the scenario - you are ten minutes late for a red hot date, and are running through the streets of your hometown to meet the person of your dreams. Suddenly, your stomach rumbles, and an enormous, overpowering and dehabilitating hunger sweeps over you. Your vision blurs, but through the mist you can see a friendly man selling oven-fresh babies, and a public toilet. Working on the premise that you will be kissing your date at some point in the evening, you fully intend to keep that mouth sparkly fresh. Now whilst a baby would probably get stuck in your teeth, and give you food poisoning, upon kissing your date you could always pass the curious taste off as 'Chick - King Chicken'. However, if you chose the shit option, you'd have to dream up some unlikely story about a 'Nutella Fetish' causing those brown marks on your face, and your date probably wouldn't want to see you ever again. Working solely on this premise therefore, I would have to choose the baby. Safe!

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