At the age of twelve, I was diagnosed an unknown strain of stage 4 cancer, supposedly originating from the reading comprehension section of the frontal lobe. I was told that I had a year to live. I strongly suspect that this cancer came from the vaccinations I had received as a child. All these doctors and nurses told me that I had to go through this thing called chemo therapy to survive but I don't trust modern medicines now a days - it's a big money-grabbing scheme. I mean, how else do you think all these doctors get so rich? Anyways, instead of chemo I just shaved my head instead because hey that's all it does to you.
So now I'm all recovered from cancer but I found shaving my head so fun I've decided to get cancer again! The doctors said that you simply can't catch cancer (unless you were those school children on their excursion to Cheronbyl), but I know better. That's why I'm returning to the warm, fuzzy, and ever-glowing arms of the
Thanks guys - I'm really looking to stretching your anus' open and finding out how many bowling balls I can fit in there (my guess is 4 and a bit).
-Xxx_stryker117.5_xxX, the Unburnt, King of the Weeaboos and Rhoynar of the First Fleet. King of Minecraft (and life in general), Khaleesi of the squid-filled ocean. Breaker of blocks. Mother (and father) of too many potential children.
