About+Me

I'm Charles Clyde Bills Jr. and I wear my name proudly. I'm the son of Charles Bills Sr. and Joy Bills! I've got tons of weird and some normal hobbies. Just the usual fishing, swimming, camping, and hunting. But others like photography and playing guitar aren't so usual. I'm just like any other teenager when it comes to food I guess. Pizza is great, ice cream, french fries; all the fattening foods are wonderful. On the other hand I like salad too! Just doused with ranch, bacon and other “horrid for you” foods. My family consists of tons of half siblings and step siblings, I think 13 in all. My family is made up of, Jordan, Kyle, Kevin, Paul, J.T., Abby, Keely,Taylor,Cheyenne, James, Tim, Joy, Dad and myself. They each have qualities to make them different.Jordan was the ladies man. You couldn’t keep him from breaking hearts when he was around. I guess I took after him. Ha-ha. Kyle loves to hurt people, wrestle, noogies, ext. Kevin and Tim like to hunt, sometimes they take me but other times, they try to go to dangerous places and won’t take me. Paul is just plain annoying. He just pesters people until they explode or worst. Some might say I take after him. I don’t think so. J.T. and Abby fight all the time. In our house all you hear is them bickering or one isn’t there. Keely and I are the same age. She is kind of a drama queen. She could make a big deal out of an ant being 2 feet away from her.Taylor is the quiet guy. He hides behind long hair and stay mostly to himself.Cheyenne has too much make up. End of story. Tim and Joy are my guardians. They’ve been married for 3 years now, I think. Enough of my family though. So many stories I could tell about my hobbies. During a peaceful day of fishing, someone had finally caught an angel fish. It was our personal pond so we could take the fish out as we pleased. We had brought a shot gun for clay targets later on in the day and decided to shoot the fish. We put it into a tree and shot it. It exploded into just about a million pieces. On one camping trip it started to rain and flooded our tent. I remember waking up under water! When it comes to food, I eat a lot. It may even show some times. But when I say a lot I mean too much for even a grown man. For my birthday last year my step-father took me to some place in South Hutch. He ordered me something called a “Pizza Burger.” Yeah, it’s just what it sounds like. It was a burger with 2 pounds of pure meat and cheese. The size of a pizza! I ate ¾ of it and threw it up. Blah. It was like heart attack wrapped up conveniently.

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