What the hell?
Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 1:29 am
Okay, color me confused.
I woke up about a week ago in the dog pound, with no memory of who I was or how I wound up there. I only had some rather painful red marks around the groin, which I was told were the result of shots I'd been given.
Then this talking dog shows up and pays my bail, and I'm out on the streets. I had a few bucks in my pocket, so I was able to check into a hotel. I just managed to get online at a local Best Buy store, and did a search for the name that was on my driver's license.
This site was the first (and only) thing to come up. Hoping to learn more about my former life, I checked it out.
I don't know what insane son of a bitch has been pretending to be me for the past year. This whole "sex with fathers" bit is disgusting. I may not know who I am, but I assure you I'm straight.
I am not writing a book called "Inside Your Father's Fanny." That's not only gross, it's just retarded.
And I've never had sex with a shark. But for some reason, one keeps calling my cell phone. I've not figured that out yet.
The thing that bugs me the most: I have never, ever, EVER turned into Devastator's anus. That honor goes to a dump truck named Long Haul. Jesus, even us amnesiacs remember that much.
I plan to stick around, and hopefully can get some real facts about my former life from the rest of you. Despite the impersonator, the rest of you seem like a cool bunch of fellows.
I woke up about a week ago in the dog pound, with no memory of who I was or how I wound up there. I only had some rather painful red marks around the groin, which I was told were the result of shots I'd been given.
Then this talking dog shows up and pays my bail, and I'm out on the streets. I had a few bucks in my pocket, so I was able to check into a hotel. I just managed to get online at a local Best Buy store, and did a search for the name that was on my driver's license.
This site was the first (and only) thing to come up. Hoping to learn more about my former life, I checked it out.
I don't know what insane son of a bitch has been pretending to be me for the past year. This whole "sex with fathers" bit is disgusting. I may not know who I am, but I assure you I'm straight.
I am not writing a book called "Inside Your Father's Fanny." That's not only gross, it's just retarded.
And I've never had sex with a shark. But for some reason, one keeps calling my cell phone. I've not figured that out yet.
The thing that bugs me the most: I have never, ever, EVER turned into Devastator's anus. That honor goes to a dump truck named Long Haul. Jesus, even us amnesiacs remember that much.
I plan to stick around, and hopefully can get some real facts about my former life from the rest of you. Despite the impersonator, the rest of you seem like a cool bunch of fellows.
