I was raised by a pack of wild amoeba in a petri dish.. Couldn't stand the heat of the bunsen burner,so I struck out on my own... Now,looking to my right I can ascertain that the one who really belongs in this lab outpost is he that will always tempt the fates..And from another perspective.....
October 11, 2004
My cousin Geno stopped down from Barre. He showed me his new Furmobile. As he started his engine to head back home, it burst into flames!
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