I was born in Russia where they told me to sit in chicken feet while doing the Macerana. Then when I was 10 they told me I had to dance in a large vat of frying greese. While they turned up the heat little by little I started to feel my body crisp. When I got out they congradulated me by informing me i was the first human corn dog. My Mother was an English pastery chef, and my Father was a gravy maker, I would often goto the gravy yard and make sure the gravy had enough testicles for the iron suplement. Like Lunch Lady Doris says, "More Testicles means more iron"
Any Way, My brother was 45 when i was 43, His job is to stick the ice cream into all of the bulls horns to get him excited before they kill him in the tomato fights in Spain durring the years 1978 - 2054. He had to do it all of these years, My job on the other hand is confidential.
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