So much fail in this pic, I thought it needed a narrative.

Sup, bra. Name's Todd. Bros call me Thumper. I broke a kid's neck in JV football my sophomore year of high school.
I'm having to pose like this so I can hide the beveled star tattoos on the back of each of my calves, the "Veritas" tattoo on the back of my left bicep, and the huge "TAPOUT" tat on my back. When my hair's not rockin' the sweet over-gelled action, I've got my white Famous hat cocked to the side.
When I finally move out of the house someday, I'm gonna get some tunnels in my ears
I masturbate to Vin Diesel movies, comic book movies (Wolverine a fuggin' badass) and UFC. Been training to enter the circuit. I invented a takedown move called the "Meat Curtain." I think it's pretty kickass, but for some reason my girl runs off crying every time I mention it.
Yeah...the girl and I have been together since freshman year. She's alright, I guess. Keeps bugging me about a ring, but that sh*t's expensive, man. Speaking of expensive, check out the badass mud tires, lift kit, and thumpin sound system I just put in my '95 Chevy truck. Fuggin' baller.
I'm at the JuCo right now, doing some general studies sh*t right now, but the head of the mechanics department said he'd help me out if I keep my nose clean and pass some classes. Tried walking onto the football team...told 'em that I broke a kid's neck in JV football my sophomore year of high school. Coach said he didn't care. What a dumbass. I wonder if any of the guys on his team ever broke a kid's neck in JV football my sophomore year of high school.
You don't want to mess with me, man. Just be cool, and everything's cool. But if you diss me or my girl, look at me wrong, act like a fagggot, or like a team that I don't like, we're gonna throw hands. If you're not careful, I'll have to give you the Meat Curtain, and I don't wanna have to do that. Don't eff with Thumper.
[This message has been edited by 12thManTowelie (edited 5/8/2009 9:50p).]