drowninginshame

When I was young, I had the unfortunate (or so I thought at the time) happening, of me, walking in on my father as he was committing an act of bestiality. Not a good way to start, since you already think I am lying, but I swear this is the truth. He was in the family barn, and he was...engaging in intercourse with the horse, named Ben. Thankfully, he didn't see me, and I quietly hid behind a hay bale and watched. He probably spent about two hours engaged, on and off. I was repulsed, but somehow...drawn to it. I couldn't stop watching. It was like magnets in my eyes. I nearly, at least 3 times had to physically restrain myself from groaning aloud. Good thing, too, as he would have taken a hockey stick to my ass (no, not up it you perverts). Neeless to say, this had a huge effect on my personal sexuality, and how I viewed sexuality. Soon after the event with my father, he died, and I was left man of the farm. I was under an extreme amount of pressure. To alleviate my frustrations, I quickly turned to bestiality, and soon after necro-bestiality, after I shot a jackal that was killing our chickens. After, the...um...jackal incident, I felt disgusted by myself, and what I had done. As quickly as I could, I went and got myself into at least 5 different relationships with various girlfriends, all of which fell apart quite quickly. My last GF dumped me after I tried to open up a flesh wound (bleeding turns me on) during intercourse. So enough with history, now to the future. My grandma died last week, and I want to try necrophelia with a real human being. The only problem is, I always hated her, and I've always had a really hard time having sex with a person (or animal) that I hated. I'm pretty sure you've all experienced intercourse with a hated one. Can you give me some advice, please? <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

last night I had a dream. I was with a couple guys I used to go to school with, and we were standing outside a church where I used to go to smoke pot. A girl I used to work with was there as well, and she had us lined up, and she was giving us blowjobs. Anyhow, when it came time for my turn, I pulled my dick out, and watched it go from limp to super-erect. It probably stretched out to well over a foot long, which, needless to say is quite a bit larger than it actually is. The guys I was with were stunned, and as the dick looked the kneeling girl in the face, she looked up at me with a stunned look on her face and gave this stupid laugh she always does. Then I woke up. <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

Bang! I wake up with a start. They slammed the fucking door for the millionth time. Every morning it's the same routine. Brother and Mother leave the house and they slam the door. I'm peacefully sleeping, off in my dream world, the only place in this physical realm in which I can be truly happy. This is because the dream world is not consistent with the real world. Sometimes I'm bald in my dreams, sometimes I'm not. I live for those five minutes worth of dream time. Every morning, they slam the door, and I sit straight up in bed. My room is right under the stairs, so it sounds like someone firing a gun in my room. This just goes to show you how illogical baldness has made me. First of all, no one shoots a sleeping guy. I have never seen or heard of a sleeping person being shot. Strangulation seems to be a popular method. Second, if for some bizarre reason they did decide to shoot me (an unprecedented event, since Hollywood has never done it), why bother jumping? Do I actually think I could go from a dead sleep to bullet-dodging speed? Third, being a person of baldness, I should welcome guns fired towards me. In the unlikely event that I survived the two aforementioed events, why even bother fighting or dodging? Who only carries one bullet in their gun? If I did survive, I'd have no choice but to do my best James Hetfield impression, "Shoot me again, I ain't dead yet". If you're a former alcoholic posing as the frontman in a thrash metal band, you may as well be. On the same page, if you are under the age of 30 and male pattern baldness is terminating hair follicles with extreme predjudice, you may as well be dead. Let's look at a life. You are born with a to do list. A. Reproduce. B. Die. You spend your life trying to accomplish A. If you are balding, A becomes a futile, lifelong pursuit, and your ability to fully complete this to do list is slashed in half. I say to the bald man, and myself, who is balding, don't even bother with A. It's impossible to accomplish A, therefore you must cut out the middle man (A), and go straight to death. I didn't say the truth would be easy to take, I just said it would be true. To illustrate this point I like to look at the caste system in India, and in the bald persons life. In India, people from lower classes are not allowed to associate with people from higher classes. At work, bald men are not allowed to associate with the more shapely females. A bold bald person might show some primitive form of incentive, such as making a conversation with one of these unattainable sperm receptacles. Sample conversation. Bald Person: Hi, how are you today. Female: Good. Great. I'm going to europe in 14 days. Bald Person: Wow. Will you be seeing the Mona Lisa or Stonehenge? Female: No, I don't like Julia Roberts, and I no longer watch the Simpons. Bald Person: Nice talking to you. My life is only ending 20 seconds at a time. See, even if it doesn't kill you, it will make you stupider. My typical day starts with the gun shot. I rise out of bed like a python from a outhouse toilet, look in the mirror by my bed. Harvey Pekar's words, there's a reliable disappointment, coming from my lips. Why do I even bother looking at the mirror? Do I expect to just wake up one morning and be a normal human being? Stupid balding idiot. I'm going to cover that mirror with a giant sign. Here's what it will say. LET'S START THIS DAY ON A GOOD NOTE. HERE IS THE UPDATE YOU ARE LOOKING AT THE MIRROR FOR. YOU ARE GETTING MORE BODY HAIR SEEMINGLY BY THE HOUR, AND YOU HEAD HAIR IS DWINDLING. YOU ARE STILL AS UGLY AS YOU WERE YESTERDAY, AND SEEING YOURSELF WILL ONLY RUIN YOUR DAY. Baldness is the slave driver that does not relent. <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

Bang! I wake up with a start. They slammed the fucking door for the millionth time. Every morning it's the same routine. Brother and Mother leave the house and they slam the door. I'm peacefully sleeping, off in my dream world, the only place in this physical realm in which I can be truly happy. This is because the dream world is not consistent with the real world. Sometimes I'm bald in my dreams, sometimes I'm not. I live for those five minutes worth of dream time. Every morning, they slam the door, and I sit straight up in bed. My room is right under the stairs, so it sounds like someone firing a gun in my room. This just goes to show you how illogical baldness has made me. First of all, no one shoots a sleeping guy. I have never seen or heard of a sleeping person being shot. Strangulation seems to be a popular method. Second, if for some bizarre reason they did decide to shoot me (an unprecedented event, since Hollywood has never done it), why bother jumping? Do I actually think I could go from a dead sleep to bullet-dodging speed? Third, being a person of baldness, I should welcome guns fired towards me. In the unlikely event that I survived the two aforementioed events, why even bother fighting or dodging? Who only carries one bullet in their gun? If I did survive, I'd have no choice but to do my best James Hetfield impression, "Shoot me again, I ain't dead yet". If you're a former alcoholic posing as the frontman in a thrash metal band, you may as well be. On the same page, if you are under the age of 30 and male pattern baldness is terminating hair follicles with extreme predjudice, you may as well be dead. Let's look at a life. You are born with a to do list. A. Reproduce. B. Die. You spend your life trying to accomplish A. If you are balding, A becomes a futile, lifelong pursuit, and your ability to fully complete this to do list is slashed in half. I say to the bald man, and myself, who is balding, don't even bother with A. It's impossible to accomplish A, therefore you must cut out the middle man (A), and go straight to death. I didn't say the truth would be easy to take, I just said it would be true. To illustrate this point I like to look at the caste system in India, and in the bald persons life. In India, people from lower classes are not allowed to associate with people from higher classes. At work, bald men are not allowed to associate with the more shapely females. A bold bald person might show some primitive form of incentive, such as making a conversation with one of these unattainable sperm receptacles. Sample conversation. Bald Person: Hi, how are you today. Female: Good. Great. I'm going to europe in 14 days. Bald Person: Wow. Will you be seeing the Mona Lisa or Stonehenge? Female: No, I don't like Julia Roberts, and I no longer watch the Simpons. Bald Person: Nice talking to you. My life is only ending 20 seconds at a time. See, even if it doesn't kill you, it will make you stupider. My typical day starts with the gun shot. I rise out of bed like a python from a outhouse toilet, look in the mirror by my bed. Harvey Pekar's words, there's a reliable disappointment, coming from my lips. Why do I even bother looking at the mirror? Do I expect to just wake up one morning and be a normal human being? Stupid balding idiot. I'm going to cover that mirror with a giant sign. Here's what it will say. LET'S START THIS DAY ON A GOOD NOTE. HERE IS THE UPDATE YOU ARE LOOKING AT THE MIRROR FOR. YOU ARE GETTING MORE BODY HAIR SEEMINGLY BY THE HOUR, AND YOU HEAD HAIR IS DWINDLING. YOU ARE STILL AS UGLY AS YOU WERE YESTERDAY, AND SEEING YOURSELF WILL ONLY RUIN YOUR DAY. Baldness is the slave driver that does not relent. <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

this comes to us from 2 Kings Chapter 2. 19And the men of the city said unto Elisha, Behold, we pray thee, the situation of this city is pleasant, as my lord seeth: but the water is bad, and the land miscarrieth. 20 And he said, Bring me a new cruse, and put salt therein. And they brought it to him. 21And he went forth unto the spring of the waters, and cast salt therein, and said, Thus saith Jehovah, I have healed these waters; there shall not be from thence any more death or miscarrying. 22So the waters were healed unto this day, according to the word of Elisha which he spake. 23And he went up from thence unto Beth-el; and as he was going up by the way, there came forth young lads out of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, Go up, thou baldhead; go up, thou baldhead. 24And he looked behind him and saw them, and cursed them in the name of Jehovah. And there came forth two she-bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two lads of them. 25And he went from thence to mount Carmel, and from thence he returned to Samaria. <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

this comes to us from 2 Kings Chapter 2. 19And the men of the city said unto Elisha, Behold, we pray thee, the situation of this city is pleasant, as my lord seeth: but the water is bad, and the land miscarrieth. 20 And he said, Bring me a new cruse, and put salt therein. And they brought it to him. 21And he went forth unto the spring of the waters, and cast salt therein, and said, Thus saith Jehovah, I have healed these waters; there shall not be from thence any more death or miscarrying. 22So the waters were healed unto this day, according to the word of Elisha which he spake. 23And he went up from thence unto Beth-el; and as he was going up by the way, there came forth young lads out of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, Go up, thou baldhead; go up, thou baldhead. 24And he looked behind him and saw them, and cursed them in the name of Jehovah. And there came forth two she-bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two lads of them. 25And he went from thence to mount Carmel, and from thence he returned to Samaria. <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

finally, some conversation. Yes, I think baldness defines me as a person today. I work at a job where I wear a hat, so no one can see my baldness. I feel deeply ashamed of my baldness, even though there is not really anything WRONG with me, it is just what society says. Baldness defines me as a person, through the things I can and can't say, do, places I can't go etc. For instance, I can't call the tires on my truck "bald" I have to call them Ungrippy. I can't visit wind-tunnels, as they will blow off my hat. So baldness defines me today, as my fathers baldness defines him. He has been wearing a rug for around 30 years now. He can't take it off, he has become reliant on it. Few people can handle changing the way that other people percieve them. <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

I am trapped in a prison of hair. I wear a hat most of the time, so people cannot see my glorious bald spot. I know that people would say cruel things about it, and... Well I know that there is something wrong with me that is making me go bald. And in a way, I myself am responsible for perpetuating this ongoing cycle of hair-laffery. You see, there was a man at my place of work tonight, who was doing a special job, and he had quite a spectacular mullet. My coworkers and I had a great time talking about it, and laughing at his obliviousness to it. How could he be oblivious to it? Easy. He has not been exposed to anti-mullet propaganda. Now this guy was probably in his 50's. What parts of the media are 50 year old men exposed to? The newspaper, but that is written by 50 year old men, and what kind of fool writes articles decrying the hideousness of their hair (besides me)? The only place on TV where the mullet still has promenance are music stations such as MTV, VH1 and Much Music. There, the mullet is placed on a special pedestal of mockery, where only the most fool hardy of people would ever let their mane grow to such a state. It is sad what effect the media has on a persons hair. It makes me feel so terrible. Often while wallowing in self-pity/loathing and sheer boredom, I like to channel surf. And it brings me great discouragement. I see young handsome men in their mid 20's cavorting with big breasted blonde's and all manner of redheads, brunettes etc. And they have hair, and though they don't know it, their lovely hair is the reason that they are so happy. Because women love hair. Not some neanderthal who spends his days in a canyon, breaking rocks all day, evolving back into an big hairy ape. That's right, I am getting dumber, and you are getting smarter. You may soon be changing into 46&2, but me...oh, I'm changing to 46-2. Throughout human history, as our species has faced the terrorizing fact, that our bodies are becoming less and less hairy, has been the popular culture, conforming, and informing in our minds, their view of beauty, and of what state a persons hair should be in. To be beautiful, you must obey the fashion authority, and learn to inform yourself on the latest trends in fashion. Listen to you hairdresser (echo) unfortunately for me, my own advice does not apply to me. After all, there are only so many ways you can wear a bald head. till we meet again ~bald person~ <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

I quit taking it and these things happened. I didn't lose any more hair than I did before(propecia is junk) I saved money. I decided not to be a slave of society's standards for beauty. I am no longer a slave of my own vanity. <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

Step 4: Learn to exhibit some personality traits that are postive for you. Have you ever been forced into close proximity with a bald-headed person? I have, and let me tell you, I was afraid of that head. It just seemed so foreign and...alien to me, like it wasn't meant to be. I also feel that way about myself, strangely enough. But what this taught me, is that a bald head doesn't have to be a harbinger of ugliness or a beacon of lonliness; no, it can be those things, and it often is, but it can also be a symbol of power. Some people believe that bald people are manipulative. This is because we have to be manipulative and project an image of power. Otherwise, we will be walked all over, especially in this baldness-loathing world that we live in today. Got a cornflower blue tie? Throw it out. You are a bald man, and you only wear angry, loud, menacing colors, colors that suit the absolute rage at being included in one of the very last generations, where: (A) Bald Men have not yet been rooted out of the gene pool. (B) There is no cure for this great affliction that we suffer. I want you to pay particular attention to exhibit (A). That is right. What I am saying is, though my lips and heart may yearn for love, and the chance to reproduce, the only real common sense I posess is that which flows through my fingertips. Do me a favor, ladies, and don't feel compassion in your heart toward the bald man. Stay away, and do future generations a favor. Ladies, if you feel your heart warming to a bald headed man, just think of these three simple things. (1) He is stuck with that same bald hair style for the rest of his life. (2) Lawyers are lonely people, and are often lonely because they are bald. Remember, there is such a thing as Bald Unity, and you will not be able to find a divorce lawyer who will side against a bald man. (3) It may be bad now, but it can only get worse. The hair won't grow back. It has already taken up residency somewhere else on the body, most likely the back. Some of you may think that I am writing this with a laugh in my smile and a skip in my step. That is, in fact, not the fact. My face is as straight as can be. After getting home from work, I took a look in the mirror. You hairies, probably also do this. You see tiny flaws that no one else notices, like acne, of eyebrows that need to be plukked. What I see, is a hideous, orange, salmon puke looking mass of hair, which, with my blazingly quick hair rescension, is starting to look very more like a toupee every day. This is my hair, and I may not be proud of it, but there is nothing I can do about it, and it will be with me for the rest of my days. This is how baldness defines me as a person. This is not meant for your amusement. This is meant for my therapy. But enough of the self-loathing. Back to the Steps a Bald man must take in todays threatening world. Step 4: introduce your baldness to others slowly. Don't go to a Lil Bow signing session, with the intention to just let a few people see your baldness. No, baldness these days is so rare and so hilarious, that it could steal any show at any time of the day. How do I know this? Because I am a human, and I know that I think alike, with other humans. And I know that nothing is more interesting to me than male pattern balness. Some of you have asked why I have chosen to report my baldness on this forum, of all the internet message boards I could have chosen. It is because here, and here alone, do I find other like minded humans. Let me explain more in detail. When you are balding, you always look around to see if other men are balding. This includes The grocery store, work, and especially TV. The only time I ever saw a similarly aged bald person was on a, "Girls Gone Wild" infomercial (sad, I know, but this is life). As any bald man will attest, we quickly become experts in identifying baldness in others, consciously, or subconsciously. I was talking to a cousin on the phone today, when I suddenly asked him if he was afflicted by male pattern baldness. The answer was obviously a resounding, "Yes". I didn't even need to ask, even though I haven't seen him in years, I just knew. When I lurked on this forum, I instantly identified a lot of men going bald. And let me tell you, I look around this room and I see a lot of courage. I knew we had to come together, to congregate. After all, it is hard to find people that understand each other as well as bald people. I've been contacted by at least 20 of the members of this message board, thanking me for my words and insight into the baldness in their lives. Tune in next time where our topic will be, destroying the baldness taboo, and Project Baldhem. Sincerely yours, bald person. <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

Hey all! sorry I've been away for so long, but I spent the last week playing football (soccer to some of you) in Brussles, Belgium. I had a grand old time running around, balding reddish hair flowing in the wind. While I was in Belgium (I only visit about twice per year), I took sometime to visit the Belguishs' proverbial, "Highest Point", which is the mountain Botrange. At 2,277 feet high it really isn't that high at all, but that's alright. I took some time to just sit and reflect about my baldness. I really thought that I knew my perception of my baldness was far better than what other people thought of balness. But while I was there, I knew that today's balding man needs a great bald thinker in the world. I knew it had to be me. I must use all of my resources to free the world from the unevolved, "Hairies". *************Psychologist alert****patient has passed through phase one of his balding process. He has finished with denial, which took said patient through steps such as confronting co-workers, and facing up to some personal demons. The patient has moved to stage 2, which is contempt toward those who are more fortuate than he. Especially those that have been more fortunate in the crown area.************************** It would be my personal goal to be an inspiration to them. I have devised these two simple Postulates which all of you that are balding should immediately begin applying to your lives. [red]Going Bald rule number[/red] #1. Get advice, and draw up a baldness game plan. What this means is that you should get advice on baldness from wherever you get it, be it family members, psychics, ouija boards, talk show hosts, drug dealers, coworkers, tall people, stand up comedians etc. Decide how you want to wear your baldness. Do you want a fully waxed head, or do wanna be like Devin Townsend, and grow it long, (somebody post a picture please), or will you do the "Einstein" which is undoubtedly the most popular way to style. Draw up a game plan. Plan the transition from hairy, to not so hairy, to not very hairy at all, to hairy absolutely every where except your head. I was thinking of my Opa(dutch for grandpa)today. He is bald, but it looks good, like it suits him. I will someday, when my hair is white, grow it all back. I may have mentioned this before, but I was born to be old, and nothing else. No other time period is suitable. I must be old. Because nobody else looks at old people, they know they're ugly, but no one cares, their all ugly. Well, I shouldn't say that, the extremely ugly ones get special attention, because some people like to laugh at the extremely ugly ones. If I hadn't mentioned that before, well then, now I have. Any how, back to our lessons in rules for the balding man [red]Part One said that[/red]: Get advice, and draw up a baldness game plan. [red]Part Two saids[/red]: Forgive relatives that did this to you. As far as I know, we have been an all-bald family for a great many years. I used to look at relatives with contempt, because they have cast down this horrible travesty upon me, and they look so very smug. I used to think about stuff like getting hair tattoed on my head, and pulling off a family members toupee in public. But I have just got a job in the far north, in Norway. A little city called Tynset. It will be very cold there, and I will wear my [red]red[/red]touque (just like my hair color tee hee)all the time. This will give me a few years to do my baldness planning. thank you, till next time, drowninginshame PS. Mom and Dad, I want you to know you'll never get any grand children out of me! <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

Hey all! sorry I've been away for so long, but I spent the last week playing football (soccer to some of you) in Brussles, Belgium. I had a grand old time running around, balding reddish hair flowing in the wind. While I was in Belgium (I only visit about twice per year), I took sometime to visit the Belguishs' proverbial, "Highest Point", which is the mountain Botrange. At 2,277 feet high it really isn't that high at all, but that's alright. I took some time to just sit and reflect about my baldness. I really thought that I knew my perception of my baldness was far better than what other people thought of balness. But while I was there, I knew that today's balding man needs a great bald thinker in the world. I knew it had to be me. I must use all of my resources to free the world from the unevolved, "Hairies". *************Psychologist alert****patient has passed through phase one of his balding process. He has finished with denial, which took said patient through steps such as confronting co-workers, and facing up to some personal demons. The patient has moved to stage 2, which is contempt toward those who are more fortuate than he. Especially those that have been more fortunate in the crown area.************************** It would be my personal goal to be an inspiration to them. I have devised these two simple Postulates which all of you that are balding should immediately begin applying to your lives. [red]Going Bald rule number[/red] #1. Get advice, and draw up a baldness game plan. What this means is that you should get advice on baldness from wherever you get it, be it family members, psychics, ouija boards, talk show hosts, drug dealers, coworkers, tall people, stand up comedians etc. Decide how you want to wear your baldness. Do you want a fully waxed head, or do wanna be like Devin Townsend, and grow it long, (somebody post a picture please), or will you do the "Einstein" which is undoubtedly the most popular way to style. Draw up a game plan. Plan the transition from hairy, to not so hairy, to not very hairy at all, to hairy absolutely every where except your head. I was thinking of my Opa(dutch for grandpa)today. He is bald, but it looks good, like it suits him. I will someday, when my hair is white, grow it all back. I may have mentioned this before, but I was born to be old, and nothing else. No other time period is suitable. I must be old. Because nobody else looks at old people, they know they're ugly, but no one cares, their all ugly. Well, I shouldn't say that, the extremely ugly ones get special attention, because some people like to laugh at the extremely ugly ones. If I hadn't mentioned that before, well then, now I have. Any how, back to our lessons in rules for the balding man [red]Part One said that[/red]: Get advice, and draw up a baldness game plan. [red]Part Two saids[/red]: Forgive relatives that did this to you. As far as I know, we have been an all-bald family for a great many years. I used to look at relatives with contempt, because they have cast down this horrible travesty upon me, and they look so very smug. I used to think about stuff like getting hair tattoed on my head, and pulling off a family members toupee in public. But I have just got a job in the far north, in Norway. A little city called Tynset. It will be very cold there, and I will wear my [red]red[/red]touque (just like my hair color tee hee)all the time. This will give me a few years to do my baldness planning. thank you, till next time, drowninginshame PS. Mom and Dad, I want you to know you'll never get any grand children out of me! <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

I found a solution to my propecia deficiency. I went to the safeway in town (where I normally got my propz), at three am. I walked around, and found that there was a back door that was not locked, so I quietly snuck inside. Once inside the black warehouse of hope, I quickly made my way into the pharmacy. Upon reaching it, I entered into a back room. I came into a massive stockroom, piled sky high. Quickly I gravitated toward the medicinal marijuana, but I spotted my goal, 700 pounds of propecia. I lunged toward the open case, and began popping the little orange pills into my mouth, I probably had around 40, because I've been missing out on my medication for a couple of weeks. Then I sat back, content, that I would no longer have to worry about being bald anymore. I started to take, what was probably two years worth of propecia out to my waiting car, but then I heard something. It was a pair of security guards, and one of them was radioing for police backup. I tried sneak out, but they noticed me, and one tried to grab me. I quickly kneed him in the nuts and pulled the gun out of my pocket. I pointed at the guard standing between me and the exit, but he was all like, "sir, just be calm and this will all turn out fine." I said, "that's easy for you to say, you're not a baldie. You think having a family member die, or having a wife leave you is hard? Try losing your hair, that's like losing a piece of your soul! I started feeling week in the knees, so I reached into my other pocket, and took a handful of proplecia, swallowed it, all the while with my gun still trained on the guard. Then I heard the police sirens in the distance. I knew it was time to take action. I shot the security guard in the leg, and bolted out the door, but he was holding onto my leg. Quickly I emptied my chamer into his face and got to my car. Feeling extremely groggy and suffering from blurred vision, I took a massive dose of propecia, and made my way back home. Life is good *pops a propecia* life is great. <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

I am going bald. and alfer is bald already <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>

I only tease because I can laugh at myself. <pre class="ip-ubbcode-code-pre">Baldness defines me as a person.</pre>