[ HIGHWAY TO HELL / WOLFIE ]

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[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 425px; font-size: 8pt; color: #383737; line-height: 120%; font-family: verdana;"]wolfgang graham, the badlands
just a place for wolfie's tags and avatars that i may use overtime. and among other shit.

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this is wolfgang "wolfie" brixon graham. identifies as demiboy n uses he/they. homosexual demi-homoromantic, iffy on love also cuz like stuff in his past i'll delve into deeper. he's a single pringle and doesnt know if hes ready to mingle yet. his age ranges 23-34, currently 27. idk what his job is but he does smth cool i swear. he's allergic to shrimp and cats of any kind which doesnt bother him since he doesnt like neither much lmao. he comes off pretty intimidating when you first see him and know nothing about him, but as soon as he tells you his name he lose that intimidating look completely. wolfie just isnt a scary name, it's actually adorable. he has no filter and cusses like a sailor without care about where he is. "fuck that" "are you shitting me right now?" "okay buddy nobody's gives a damn about your- what was it? your trip to the world's largest ball of yarn." *LOUD YAWNING IN THE MIDDLE OF SOMEONE SPEAKING* he's a grumpy angery lonely boi who has rlly bruised knuckles from how hard he punches the punching bag he has in his garage at his house. but he has his Issues that he unhealthily buries away and has told nobody about cuz he aint my character if he doesnt completely ignore and bottle up things. his father was one of the kindest souls you could ever meet -- accepting when wolfie came out to him, brought wolfie home things when he was home, and called when he could. his father was also in the army and wasn't home a lot. it also caused wolfie and his mom to move around a lot so he never made many friends. his only "friend" was a german shepherd named baron which was his father's dog but then baron passed away when he was 20 due to old age. his mother slept around a lot when his father was always away on duty and it's a wonder he doesnt have anything wrong with his lungs bc of how much she smoked. when he was only 7 he almost starved because his mom neglected to feed him and says she "just forgot" so he was just snacking on chips till he ran out and just kept crying. but then he ofc learned to cook for himself. when he was 23 she passed away due to lung cancer, but he was practically unaffected by her death. so uh he has no family also cuz his dad was killed when he was 15 while on duty and he hadnt stopped crying for so long. he even has his dad's old dog tags he wears all the time. he lives alone with his dog named lore who is the prettiest german shepherd you'll ever see. when you get the chance to meet him hes the ultimate dad friend and just a puppy heehee.

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[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 425px; font-size: 8pt; color: #383737; line-height: 120%; font-family: verdana;"]Barnaby The Bear's my name, never call me Jack or James, I will sing my way to fame, Barnaby the Bear's my name. Birds taught me to sing, when they took me to their king, first I had to fly, in the sky so high so high, so high so high so high, so - if you want to sing this way, think of what you'd like to say, add a tune and you will see, just how easy it can be. Treacle pudding, fish and chips, fizzy drinks and liquorice, flowers, rivers, sand and sea, snowflakes and the stars are free. La la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la la la la, so - Barnaby The Bear's my name, never call me Jack or James, I will sing my way to fame, Barnaby the Bear's my name.

Top Cat! The most effectual Top Cat! Who's intellectual close friends get to call him T.C., providing it's with dignity. Top Cat! The indisputable leader of the gang. He's the boss, he's a pip, he's the championship. He's the most tip top, Top Cat.

Mutley, you snickering, floppy eared hound. When courage is needed, you're never around. Those medals you wear on your moth-eaten chest should be there for bungling at which you are best. So, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon, stop that pigeon. Howwww! Nab him, jab him, tab him, grab him, stop that pigeon now.

Children of the sun, see your time has just begun, searching for your ways, through adventures every day. Every day and night, with the condor in flight, with all your friends in tow, you search for the Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... wishing for The Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... some day we will find The Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do ah-ah-ah, do-do-do-do, Cities of Gold. Do-do-do-do, Cities of Gold. Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah... some day we will find The Cities of Gold.

Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy. Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye. He's got style, a groovy style, and a car that just won't stop. When the going gets tough, he's really rough, with a Hong Kong Phooey chop (Hi-Ya!). Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy. Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye. Hong Kong Phooey, he's fan-r

&& "speech" 'Thoughts' + ofc thisll all be lowercased when i do post oof

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[align=center][div style="background=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; text-align: justify; width: 425px; font-size: 8pt; color: #383737; line-height: 120%; font-family: verdana;"]AVATARS
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