hey, what is up, let me give you a brief overview of my life, I am born and raised by wolves and just resently set out on my own trail to do my own thing in life, I live in juno alaska where I sit around and write stories, of course that was until I was adopted and became a member of the swiss family robbinson's home, now my life includes baking, fixing crooked pictures on walls and clipping my toe nails, I am not on anything unless you count the markers in my evil twin sister's room and I only read stories by candle light. For my secret agent job, I am suppose to steal monkeys from zoos but I often forget that and go to mcdonalds instead. I have a wonderful life with wonderful people who I can always trust even if they did get my arm caught in the wood chipper, also the time when we were running from the cheeseburger police and we dropped the lucky snorkel and that ended our friendship for a good two minutes. I see dead people most of the time and we invite them for tea or coffee. my shrink is a pyromaniac and has moved into our home because he burnt his down. It's too bad that we still have to pay full price for him to listen to our problems. anyway, that is the story of my overly exaggerated life in which none of it is true no matter how normal it may sound.