I am a super-hero-God type of hampster..er guy. I've been to my Aunt's house atleast three times this week. I have a large collection of stolen shoes and gossip colums. I once got busy in a Burger King bath room with myself. I hope that U like my page and don't want to hurt me. As I said before, I am a super-hero-God type guy and I will be forced to use my Pants-like-Death-ray on you. Sorry, I didn't mean to threaten you, it's just that I've been watching a lot of Barney Miller reruns and they make me itchy. I'm hoping to have a guest book so please sign with your comments and pledge of loyalty towards me!

I just began work on a new story. Do you want a little sample of some of it? Here goes..."I just started to As it developed before my eyes, my spirit was moved, and I wanted to experience its life, and to step into it and feel its spirit. I sensed though that something was amis. I looked down and my pants had turned into beef jerkey. 'What a coincidence' I thought since I was just at the butcher the other day. Then all of a sudden, without any warning, it started to spin and emit crazy pictures of WWF 'wrastlers' grappling with each other in sweaty/though still manly positions. The phone began to ring and on the other end of the line was none other than Gary Coleman himself......" :

to be continued!