Ok, pple, here's my life story so far......
At 4yrs old my mother abandoned me on the street, but, luckily for me, a nice lady named Thia (which is funnily enuff the name of my best m8...hmmm) who ran a brothel took me in. At this Brothel I met many nice pple, there was Lou who was a pole dancer, Beth who made the sandwiches (hmmmm), and James Gardener who was our oldest and most valued customer, aswell as many others (who r not important). As I grew up in this brothel (which shall remain unnamed for legal purposes) I learned many things, I found out that Thia disguised herself as the cleaner so she could spy on all her workers, I also learned how 2 make a living, not as a whore, but, selling scrap metal! I made a new friend called Graham (he was a sock puppet don'tcha kno!) and a psychotic cow named Buttercup-God rest her soul) (who tragically died earlier this year (2002) in a freak tidal wave wen we were indulging in some surfing on the beach). Neway, Buttercup lived wiv me in my cupboard (don't worry, it was a nice cupboard-very spacious!). Graham unfortunately ran off wiv another sock puppet named Betty (grrrrrrr)! ANYWAY, as I was saying, as I grew up I learned many valuable things, such as catching hands, and lots of unfamiliar words that I had never heard b4 (most of which I cannot repeat in here-but 1 rhymed wiv..........uuuum....LIT!) I predict that in the future I will continue 2 thrive on the money I am currently making selling scrap metal! |