My names Josh, for a start. I have two legs (yes two, not three.), two arms, and a fully functioning set of didgits, of which you have every right to be jealous of. I'm also 5'11 short, long brown hair, soon to be shorter brown dreadlocks, and I have green eyes, that occasionally, if light shines on them from the right angle, makes them go yellow.

I'm a guitarist by trade, but I also play a bit of bass, ukelele, keyboard, and drums. "How creative is this person! They must have some amazing storys!" I hear you say, through your computer screens. Well, theres a simple answer to that: I'm only creative with instruments, and my story writing is the ultimate pile of shit known to man, unfortunately. However, I do occasionally write storys, and I DO intend to write some for here at somepoint in the future.

Apparently, I look like several people, including Frodo (hence the name, it was a typo of Frodo on Msn one cold and windy night.), Jesus, and that slightly out of it beardy guy with long hair you might see every so often in your local town/city/large-gathering-of-likeminded-socialites.

If you're wondering where I'm from, then good for you, I'm not telling you.

Nah, only joking. I'm from oh-so-sunny England, towards the north, in a not so little place called Yorkshire, where everyone wears flatcaps, smokes a pipe, and has a whippet as a pet. And I mean EVERYONE. Being english, I also enjoy tea with the queen once every so often, and have a great fondness for a good cuppa. Stereotypes over and done with:
I'm from the north of England.

I have a mouth, that's fowl enough to make a member of the military blush, and then run away to mummy. While I can run my mouth when I'm angry enough, it never really happens, as I prefer to degrade and destroy arguments with my pseudo-intellect. Which brings me neatly onto arguments. I don't back down from them. Ever. Even if from the very beginning, I know I'm wrong. I just can't stop. 9/10 times, the other person gives up. To other 1 time, I've lost interest, and make a mental note to have another argument with that person in future. And by argument, I don't mean the standard: "NO UR GAY!!11" "NO U R!!" ones, that just about everyones had, I mean the vaguely reasonable debating ones, that are just as, if not more insulting/venemous than the blantantly insulting ones previously mentioned.

I'm also 18. So I have two years left for some serious teenage angst. :D
Only joking. Can't stand "Angsty" teens. They need a good smack in the jaw.

Oh, and I'm violently minded. My idea of solving a problem, is to punch whatevers causing the problem in the face. Don't like it? Good. I'll add you to the face punching list.
My sense of humor is very morbid, and insulting. Half of the things I say should get me arrested. All of the things I think, should get me shot. Go watch some Frankie Boyle videos on youtube, if you want to get an idea of what I call "Lighthearted Humor".