Dave Strider

Dave Strider is the name of one of many of Myf Ilhuicamina's alter-egos, a-la Eminem.

He is a rapper and producer on Hard Killa Records.

Your name is DAVE. It is an UNSEASONABLY WARM April day. Your BEDROOM WINDOW is open to let some air in, and your FAN is cranked. Arguably even more cranked would be your FLY BEATS, which brings us to your variety of INTERESTS. A cool dude like you is sure to have plenty. You have a penchant for spinning out UNBELIEVABLY ILL JAMS with your TURNTABLES AND MIXING GEAR. You like to rave about BANDS NO ONE'S EVER HEARD OF BUT YOU. You collect WEIRD DEAD THINGS PRESERVED IN VARIOUS WAYS. You are an AMATEUR PHOTOGRAPHER and operate your own MAKESHIFT DARKROOM. You maintain a number of IRONICALLY HUMOROUS BLOGS, WEBSITES, AND SOCIAL NETWORKING PROFILES. And if the inspiration strikes, you won't hesitate to drop some PHAT RHYMES on a mofo and REPRESENT.

Dave Strider, if we may start over, is a budding hipster/bro hybrid (with something else thrown in just to give him flavor because when you're ironic, all the other labels tend to matter less) with a taste for music-- notably rap and photography and preserving dead things in jars and having epic sword fights.

But until then, he's a dysfunctional, offensive little son of a bitch who wears his Ben Stiller shades ironically and only SOMETIMES has a very special place in his heart for cute girls and small animals. He will beat you if you even hint otherwise.

He can out-troll a troll. It's proven. His chumhandle is turntechGodhead.

Quotes
"are you taking notes on how to be cool? jesus get a fucking pen"

TG: i just need to know when to be there TG: when the stars come into alignment and your flux capacitor lets you finally sate your meteoric greed for crotch-dachshund TG: i wouldnt want to miss it and cause a paradox or something TG: itd suck if the universe blew up on account of you missing your window of opportunity to help yourself to a pubescent boy's naked spam porpoise

TG: we're motherfuckin entrenched in this bitch TG: you and me TG: welcome to nam TG: now grab my hand and shimmy your soggy ass off that muddy bank before charlie gets the fuckin drop AT: uHHH, wHO, AT: wHO'S CHARLIE,

TG: hes the guy whos gonna read our vows

TG: im feeling pretty friggin MATRIMONIAL all a sudden

TG: take a look down by your foot see that little bottle

TG: stomp on that shit like its on fire

TG: noisy ethnic dudes are flipping the fuck out and waving us around on chairs til someone gets hurt

TG: im your 300 pound matronly freight-train

TG: and my gaping furnace is hungry for coal so get goddamn shoveling

AT: oH MY GOD,

TG: bro look in my eyes

TG: that twinkle

TG: that be DEVOTION you herniated pro wrestlers sweaty purple taint

TG: sparklin like a visit from your fairy fuckin godmother

TG: shit be PURE AND TRUE TG: thats what you see

TG: a kaleidoscopic supernova of all your hopes and dreams all swishin together

TG: radially effevescing arms of more little boy peckers than you can imagine

TG: turning out insane corkscrew haymakers of a billion dancing vienna sausages strong

TG: this is how we do this

TG: this shits more real than kraft mayo

-- adiosToreador [AT] blocked turntechGodhead [TG] --