Ok, Ok.
As a precocious youth, it all started when I graduated med school six months
before I was born. Fortunately, I majored in obstetrics, so I was the first
person on record to deliver myself. But in a comparatively philosophical
moment, I decided to abandon the pursuit of medicine and instead open a
Tao-ist temple of NOS parts for former existentialist sportscar drivers.
Being mildly dyslexic, I saw Dog one day after dropping LDS with the devotees
and decided instead to follow a Credit lady named SUSIE. When I finally
found her, a Woodrat had already left a deposit in her bank and a carpenter
from Jersey had nailed her. Nowhere left to turn, I hotwired a Bugeye in
Reno, but the car had already been Crashed as I found out a few miles down
the road when a suspension bolt fell off...
Beats the real story...
Ron
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