Brian Poulter was born in 1963, a few short weeks before the assassination of John F. Kennedy- it was not his fault. From this national tragedy he moved on and was soon tormenting the peoples of the greater Midwest.
He spent his younger years pondering the questions that test the intellects of all men: What is the meaning of life? Why am I here? Who invented liquid soap and why? The search for the answers to these questions would lead him to a position as a busboy at the local Embers Restaurant which began his rocket-like rise from lowly busboy to salad bar chef, and eventually host. For Brian it was the best of times, the worst of times, it was a far far better thing that he did than he had ever done before, against the tattered tapestry of a God-fearing nation, a new dream was born, conceived in liberty, and only $3.75 before 5 p.m. But try as he might he could not find Waldo.
What followed was
a series of disappointing stage and screen
failures including; The
Way the West was Misplaced, Much Fondue About Nothing,
Like it Microwaved, and From Here to Fraternity. Upset and feeling
misunderstood he left Wisconsin for the green, green,
pastures of Winona State University, Winona Minnesota.
There he received a degree in Mass Communication, and
several parking tickets from the campus cops. While there
he befriended any number of small woodland
Here he prospored until he was seduced by the siren song of a Russian Motorcycle with side car. This is when things got interesting...