Christopher Fog (1969 - )

Amazingly handsome (according to his cat), Mr. Fog lives in Virginia and packs five and a half inches. Once, at a miniature race car track he had a crappy car and was way behind. ''Dad and bro were hitting each other and one of the attendants came over and chewed them out. Then he grabbed my brother and I jumped out and went over. There was this huge fight against me, dad and bro and about eight of them. We won. The police came and left laughing.''

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