BIO:

I was recieved by the world on February 31, 1988. Slain and roadrashed, I walked the earth in search of a single hair. It wasn't curly, it wasn't straght, it wasn't wavey, but in was great. I then stubled upon a faily of toasters. They helped me through my journey by making me breakfast. We couldn't afford bread so they made me omletes with sausage and bacon. To drink, I had caviar mexed with skunk milk. For snacks i ate band-aids from the bottom of peoples swimming pools. Later, I got water in my ear and I had to be taken to the hospital. They found out I had a disease called sara. this disease makes my poop smell like cashews. And because of this disease, the gonverment took me in as a spy/assassin. I went on many missions in my day. I had to sneak in, distract them with my cashew smelling stools, making them think there is cereal around the corner, then snap their neck. BAM! I was good. then I was kicked out for accidentally killing the president. I now spend my days playing Halo. Thank you for listening to y story. I would like to thank grandma's, Celtics, National swimmers, and balding tables.

P.S. I found the hair, It was in my liver.