Ambition: To learn how to sing the entire Alphabet and to ride my Awesome
$30 Bike around the World... uhh, wait a minute?!? Damn you Oceans!
Favorite...
Past-time: Swinging from Hydro Poles in his underwear attracting dogs.
Bands: Definately not the marijuana ban.
Instruments to play: The Beer Keg and granny's fragile Chineese Vases.
Colours: Transparent, Clear, Invisable; Purple is a Vegestable!!!
Numbers: 0, 142857.
TV series: Screw television, damn zombies ---
Food: Mini-me... GET IN MUA BELLAY!!! Food is the reason I live... literally.
Drinks: 1 part Coffee to 17 parts Sugar.
Places to think: Up your @$$ and around the corner.
Sports: The one with the ball that moves around, you know... Tangerine Jugling? And I like to exercise my---
uhhh... let's not go there. I'm sure you wouldn't brag if you exercised your dirty and smelly--- Arm Pits!
Girls: Your mom in a wonderbra & Smashing dead Sexay shagadellic Bitches with groovy hooker boots and appetite
for mojo. Haha, just kidding - I'm kidding. my gooooddd! Control your hormones "woman that's reading this", grr.. SOMEONE here's got PMS
overload.. and I'll be damned if it's me.
Stories: The one about the one armed man who hacked into this webpage and wrote this stupid comment.
Video Games: Pac-man is pretty complicating.
Challenges: Catching Skittles that fall from the sky and trying to find the stupid Ketchup Bottle to put on Scrambled Eggs. Scrambled eggs is one of the
many complex dishes I can create, and maybe one day my cooking abilities will evolve into something extrordinary; say, for instance, being able to make Kraft Dinner. :)
Sounds impossbile eh? But don't underestimate my determination. . . how do you open the box again?!? THAT'S IT! I GIVE UP...
