OK if memory serves I have had such a traumatic life that my memory is nothing but repressed memories that I can not acces without a heavy amount of liquor and since i don't drink I'll do what I can.
My earliest memory is of me swimming for dear life, yet I have no arms or legs, but without these how can I be swimming. As I look behind me I see alot of others that look like me there must be millions if not billions.
As they start getting closer I pull out a can of foam, foam which I preseed to release behind me by the time the foam runs out and I look behind me I'm the only one left As I continue to swim I find this large round object, and that's when my memory starts getting fuzzy.
Wait a second there's something strange about that memory: no arms no legs, oh dear god I was a sperm. How can that be, I was told a stork brought me to my parents. All the lies are coming into the light. LIES LIES ALL LIES why!!!!! Why would they lie to me WHY!!! I wonder what else they lied to me about I wonder if they really did take my childhood friend Sparky to a farm in the hill counrty. And did my turtle really go join the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. did he? DID HE?!?!?!
I'm sorry this memory has opened up a whole new can of memories most of which I don't want to discuss her so enjoy the site, the pictures, and the links. And remember the true key to happines in this world is.... What? What do you mean I ran out of memory damn it, well I guess I'll have to tell you the secret later. Bye bye.
