About me:
The details of my life are quite inconsequential...
very well, where do I begin? My father was an Aboriginal cannibal,
who was raised by Koalas until the age of 12. Upon his first taste
of chicken, he became a self-proclaimed anti-vegetarian and ate nothing but
meat until his death at 31. My mother was a fifteen year old Cambodian prostitute
named Candy with severe acne and a body odor reminiscent of Bea Arthur's bush.
They met at the 1938...

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