Can you blow my whistle, baby, whistle, baby? Let me know.

well it been a long time you probably seen my name but nice meeting ya my guy even tho i was kinda of a ♥♥♥♥ i don't really remember anymore

I used to roll half a bottle of laxative pills into a Crunch wrap supreme and then leave cow pies on peoples door mats. People in my town installed porch cameras to catch the "Phantom S hitter" they said it couldn't possibly be one man, the hits were too frequent and too large. It had to be a whole gang of city punks coordinating and making planned precision strikes. I felt like a god among lesser beings in my town. Every time i was at the local diner and i overheard someone screaming about the black slop they found on their porch i felt powerful and unstoppable. I became too arrogant, started striking during the day. That's when they caught me and strung me up in the streets and hit me with rocks. I barely escaped with my life and i had to leave town. Now after all these years, I'm in a new town and I behave well enough. But I've got this nagging feeling, the urge is back, and I'm starting to think that my new town is about to experience a storm..

Hello I've heard you might know where my dad is. It been 10 years last I've heard that you and dad were fighting yeti's thus how you lost your arm in the back fridge to get the freshiest milk.

i hope he is okay my noi animaly

lol