Welcome to my own personal place to break things and run rampant as much as I want. Please pardon the mess, step over the broken glass and watch those rusty pipes over there. I put them there on purpose. It's exactly the way I want it.
So, anyway, watch this space for more of the stupid things that make me ... me.
What? Why Destructoville? That's easy. When I was a kid I had this nasty (and viciously untrue) reputation for breaking things. So much so, in fact, that my delusional family had a nickname for me - Destructo. I wear it like a badge of honor, and I love it. So here we are in Destructoville. Welcome.
Now get off the lawn!
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