Hello! My name is George Fiveman. I am a orange Road Cone and this is my life story......
I was born in Buffalo NY to my two parent road cones named Mr. and Mr. Bojangles. (Yes they were gay)
At the age of five I was an brilliant little cone and i was the best student in my school. But that ended when my two fathers forced me to drop out of school and start working on the highway. After being abused by my male-cone-prostitute parents and getting tired of being hit by several cars, I decided to run away from my family FOREVER!. I went to Rome, NY and decided to work at Woodstock 99!! 
Woodstock started out fun...Lots of music, drugs, naked women and cones (oh yea!). But all of that changed very quickly. The riots broke out and there was all sorts of chaos! I tried to run away but I got VANDALIZED WITH BLACK SPRAYPAINT BY SOME STUPID DRUNK TEENAGERS!!!! (I still have the black battle scar today) I was then stolen by some kids and brought back to their In Rochester, NY. There I Lived in the garage for several months untill I was bought at a grage sale for a dollar by some kid named Alex. Alex is alright. Hes pretty weird but hes cool. He took good care of me and gave me plenty of the nextstore neighbor's children to eat. He even let me try out for the band called The Rare 0nes!!!
I Was Rockin the crap out of these Instrument!
Unfortunately I didnt make the band. They said that I was great but that I just wasnt what they were looking for. Oh Well, They Still let me be the Official Mascot of the band and they said that they would put me on stage if they played live and i could do the Mic Checks. Well thats about it. Thats the friggin boring life of me, a Road Cone named George Fiveman. (Not to be confused with George Foreman. I could beat the crap out of him and his stupid grill.)
