Hellbelly Deluxe
She's the type your momma warned you against.

I was conceived, born and raised on the back seat of a '67 Chevy Camaro in the back hills of the southern US. My Daddy went out for a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon and never came back. My mama was killed in a confrontation with security guards at the WalMart in Bogwater, Kentucky. I always knew Aqua Net hairspray (nothing less than extra firm hold was good enough) and tube tops would be the death of her somehow. I was lured to the UK by an academic who talked smart to me. Now I'm ready to attack.

Special skills: reading
Weapon of choice: southern colloquialisms
Fatal flaw: willing to sink to any level for grits and Twizzlers
Happiest when...designing hairstyles for evangelicals

Hellbelly says: "The higher the hair, the closer to god. Pass me that Aqua Net honey."