This is my life story: Once Upon a Time, back in the medieval ages (in a land called Tshegofatso-Intraoogleiop), when everything was coming into clear, retinal view; a cardboard box was deposited on the side of a road. This wasn't really a road, mind you, for it was the medieval ages. This road, was, in fact, a dirt road paved with freshly baked waffles like all other archaic, medieval roads. Anyblee, this new invention (deposited on the side of the road); the cardboard box, was not really a cardboard box at all -- 'twas a leprechaun in disguise, I tell ye! This splendid little leprechaun was weilding the namesake of "X" (that is my mother's name). The leprocaun instantly transformed from its boxly shape to it's tiny, little leprechaun-esque stature upon realizing that the road was clear of people and horny, crazed weasels. She looked around, searching desperately for food in the wilderness by the paved waffle road! Did you know that leprechauns eat paintbrushes? I, on the other hand, prefer to eat WAFFLES AND NACHOS. I am a big fan of both. Anypoop, the leprechaun realized that there were no paintbrush-bearing trees, so she fell in love with a little dainty waffle-man named VintageDrapery the Third. He was a handsome waffle. She ate him for supper, and went to sleep in the purple grass. In the morning, she woke to find me and all of my character-creations surrounding her in a desperate attempt to rid the area of mosquitos. She leaped to her feet, and I realized that it was my mother, whom I had been miserably searching for ever since I starred as the female version of Jean ValJean in Les Miserables the Movie. We rejoiced, my leprechaun mother met my characters, and everything was all happy-like. ...Until, dammit, I ran off (wearing a POOP shirt) and got married to this really tall (yet really short), handsome man with, uh, hair. The END!

Also, a little note: I don't fit in any social category. Everyone calls me a weirdo, though. There is a waffle iron in my hair.

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