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 chceš vlitnót do špilo se špilošem, keré bode asi tak dobré jak te, možeš zvolet vežadované rozsah BKR v novy nabidce ke špilo. Potem nikdo, kdo do rozsaho nepasoje, toďto nabidko ani neovidi. (Katechka) (okázat šecke vechetávke)