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 někeho přivitat jeho rodnó řečó, zkos veožit našo Špilošovo mluvo bóchnotim do linko "vic o řečách" pod maléma fanglama. (pauloaguia) (okázat šecke vechetávke)