I am a tall birdlike being that likes sexual intercourse, games, talking shit and laughing. I was born from a Dutch mother and a Hungarian father but was raised by a gaggle of marsupials on the bank of the Welland River. Growing up my idols were Motley Crue, Jesus, and then back to Motley Crue.
For a period of my life, I lived with 4 people I respect and admire very much, and every day was an adventure. From crazy bus whore, to squirrels in the attic, to Pisiak trying to get a bitch out of his room (so he can lay the mack on), to Wintle getting ready for court; by watching court TV, to Karissa making everyone craft presents for XMAS, to Kevin telling me to shut my girlfriend up during sex, to the best parties St Catharines has seen – It was one thing after another. We celebrated our antics and our gifts through a web portal known as www.houseofirony.com.
We decided to start our midlife crises ahead of schedule and celebrate anew. After years of slumber the site returns; at a time when we are all more focused and zealous about our passions. (It also helps that we no longer live together, as EA’s NHL 2001 prevented anything from getting done). We are also joined by one of our closest and most sexually masterful friends William P, who is the only known man to possess pictures of the fabled Crawbear beast.
International friends, enter the House of Irony; enter all of us.
If I had any more love for this man, I could never fit my pants over my massive boner.
Where there are Nagys, there are undergound Ancient Greek-style wrestling circuits.