I am world's greatest professional giraffe wrangler and racer. I am a devout Pastafarian and veteran of the great pirate wars.
Sometimes I feel the emptiness of being is reflected as a crushing weight upon my soul, a good burger always helps with that.
Only cats would interpret the sound of a baby crying as a signal to start humping each other!
It was the best of times, it was the blurst of times!!! Damned monkeys!
That was Dickens, not Shakespeare you stupid infinite monkeys!
Zen moment...
Q: What is the reflection of a mind discarded?
A: A Youtube commenter's mirror.
