There is nothing more entertaining then watching Mephistopheles get pissed off at the sound of Chicago playing at a Burningman bar. He will scream obscenities, make homicidal threats, and fall to the ground and scream in agonizing pain. This man has no remorse when it comes to letting you know how he feels.
I love my evil twin!

He's the only person I know who has so far been able to dawn a new day for my poor 3-butted monkey, Mr. Garfles. For that he deserves full treatment for all of his burn injuries, and my undying love!

It's about time Mephistopheles had another testimonial.

I have known meph for over a decade, and i can tell you he has no f'in clue where the bathroom is. His is just as likely to piss on the daiseys as squeeze one out in his polar bear panties. If you think telling him where the bathroom is, he will just forget its location 3 minutes later. His poor memory is related to some smoking dirt incident that happened over seas.

I would like to add that Meph may have some bathroom phobias. He had a traumatic experience years ago in a public bathroom at an amusement park. When you ask him about it he just starts rokking back and forth a smelling his palms.

Anyway Meth rocks!! Literally. I am glad to know where he lives, because he owes me 7 dollars.

Mephistopheles is the fuel to my fire! My evil twin brother! He’s a sick fuck, seeks for the propane and obscure, and has more near death stories to tell then anyone I know. He collects dead animals, eats playa dust but says “NO!” to smoking dirt! My favorite part about hanging out with S is his laughter, and theatrical moments! YOU ROCK S~!!