Rallier profile

When I'm not riding my lightning fast velociraptor across the fields of women I keep at my beck and call, chances are I'm forging the deadliest ninja blades in existence from the molten flow of Earth's outer core, made specifically to shave the chest hair of THE Chuck Norris. The only thing more deadly than my super-fucking-deadly-blade is my Sex Panther Man Scent™, which you're girlfriend is already quite aware of.

PS— I'm probably the father of the child you thought was yours. Not sorry.