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) Vlitni do špilo v to rano! Při vepoštěni taho si aj se sópeřem namontojte "táhnót a pobét toť" a furt dokola oževojte léstek bóchánim do klávese F5! (TeamBundy) (okázat šecke vechetávke)