Life Stories
I was born in 1936 in an enchanted forest owned by Jack Frost VII. I was a bad student and I hated the world, so I decieded to go to America to get drunk. When I arrived in the US of A I could not drink because I was poor. So I went and sold myself. It was o.k. though because I got my booze. I then became a hippy and blew up a couple of buildings because I was high. I then went to Vietnam because I was tired of drinkin' and druggin'. I went and had to eat human flesh to survive. When I was found I was in a mental institution. When I got out of the looney bin I started my drinkin habit again. So I found some buddies to drink with. We stayed together for a long time. Then one day I went and drank to much and died sometime in the 80s. I went to heaven and god let me come back down and this is where I am now. 💃