The Story of my life:
I was born in a small village just west of Needlander, Africa. My parents were killed by a wild group of willabeasts when I was 5 years old. It was at that time that I ran away and lived the rest of my life with the red ants of JewBaca, Africa. I was raised by ants...do you realize how hard it is to hug one of your relatives when they are that small. I accidentally killed 13 of my own family members as I grew up. One time I had to urinate and accidentally drowned my great grandmother Afropequia. Do you know what happens to a guy that never can have any affection from his family growing up. He turns into a psychopath raging killer, you little piece of crap. Thats what I am. Now I live in a graveyard and eat little children and small dogs that wonder into my domain...and I'll eat you too you piece of dog dooky poopoo. |
