Sup', Name's Kenny Mccormick.

I am the poorest, unfortunate living soul in all of South Park.

In my case, that is.

I can't die. I've experienced death countless times. Sometimes, I see a bright light. Sometimes, I see Heaven or Hell. But eventually, no matter what, I wake up in my bed wearing my same old clothes. The worst part? No one even remembers me dying. I go to school the next day and everyone is just like "Oh, Hey Kenny," even if they had seen me get decapitated with their own eyes.

If you don't think getting mutilated, combusted, decapitated and whatever the hell you think is more painful in your theory--

Please step into my shoes, so I can fuck you over and yell out sarcastically.

"Oh My Flippin' Goodness, I just killed you! Aren't I a bastard?"

Let's not forget that you can endure me shoving my foot down your esophagus every single fucking day with no one even remembering you were dead.

Sounds fair enough.

Okay, Now that we're over my small introduction.

Lemme tell you somethings bout myself.

My bestfriends are Stan, Kyle, Kenny, & Cartman. (Though, I don't really know how I can stand that fatass, Cartman.)

My friends are everybody else, I guess. -- I'm in seemingly good terms with almost everybody.

My suppose-ed friend-enemy would be Craig Tucker. -- I kinda think he still hates me for getting him deported to Peru. (IN MY SAY. I really had nothing to do with it. I was just. There.)

I care about my parents, even though it may not seem like it I do love them.

But I do hate them most of the time for being idiotic drunkards.

I care a whole lot about Karen, and if you mess with her I swear, that in all that is mormon. I will-- Lemme just stop there.

Now.. Kevin. I could care less. I do care bout him, but he's an ass.

I care for my bestfriends of course.

Kyle is my favorite nerdy Jew.

Stan is my idiotic, but down to earth bestie. (He's such a wreck when he's with Wendy. PFFFT.. Who barfs on their crush?)

And Cartman.

Is my Fat, Racist, Asshole of a friend. (Don't you have that friend that annoys the living shit out of you? But your still friends with them anyway. Well that's Cartman, except he is 100 times worse, and anyone with a right mind would keep the fuck away from him.)

This profile is one of those, you know roleplay thingies I guess?

Basically, I am Kenny. Yes, and as Kenny I write stories of my adventures, or moments with my friends, family, or who-the-hell-ever.

Some of them, will be me with somebody else as Pairings.

But, --No and.

Okay, it'll explain in the stories about the settings and whateverr--

OKAY, I tired of fucking explaining. FUCK. So, if you get the basic purpose of this profile. Well then your awesome. If you don't, well I hope Cartman will fall on you and eventually kill you in the process.

Time to read some porn and eat frozen waffles, hell yeah.