pdb is a thirtysomething American escapee from Canada who is married to an inexplicably lovely woman and father to the most adorable baby boy that was ever squeezed out of a vagina. He also owns 3 dogs and 3 cats. He considers himself a libertarian traditionalist, and is also an atheist. He fixes the magic elf boxes for a major purveyor of high fructose corn syrup, but he used to own a video game store. He likes to play with guns, cars, and toy trains, and swears a lot. He takes this armed civilian stuff way too seriously and usually has more weapons on him than an entire suburban police department. Seriously, he clanks like a fucking tank when he walks. He enjoys My Super Sweet Sixteen and celebrity tabloid websites far more than any straight male ought to, but he is no longer allowed to watch porn or hunt. He also drinks to excess, eats way too much fat and red meat, and is only wears coordinating colors if he gets dressed while his wife is home. He stands about 6′7″ in bare feet, yet has no atheletic ability whatsoever. He is also a dismal musician and could not carry a tune if it was in his backpack. He also knows way too much about military stuff without having actually served any country in any capacity.
But he’s also occasionally funny and has a steady readership of five, maybe six people aside from his family.
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“You’re an asshole.” — acidman
“And here’s PDB, the hulking Hebrew of the tribe. When the advice of a psycho is called for, PDB is consulted to no one’s disappointment.” — NeoNutty
“Fucktard.” — Squeaky.