Born inside out. Hair grew in, not out. Entwined with brain. Lost all grasp of reality due to follicle contamination of hippocampus. Now I sit around inventing inane nicknames and casting stones on to a grid indiscriminately. Good times. Good times.
(do skréše) Jak co chvila kókáš na někery vebrany klobe na mloveni, možeš je šópnót do véčto oblébenéch bóchnutim na linko "šópnót k oblibeném klobum" na léstko přislošnyho klobo. (pauloaguia) (okázat šecke vechetávke)