My Profile

I just wasted some time updating my user profile. (You know, when my dad was 26, if he had said "updated my user profile" nobody would have known what he was talking about. Strange how launguageada baggage HEAD!) There was a random question generated for me that goes something like this:

WHEN YOUR SCIENCE TEACHER SMASHED A FROZEN ROSE WITH A HAMMER DID YOU TRY TO BRING THE PEDALS BACK TO LIFE BY WARMING THEM UP?

MY ANSWER:
My science teacher, Mr. Bagley, smashed a lot of things with hammers, I don't specifically remember there being a frozen rose. I do remember, however, spending a lot of time in my high school days trying to bring things to life. Not ROSE PEDALS exactly, but other things, like potatoes and carrots and filth. I'd mix it all together in a jar, keep the jar moist inside and warm. I kept the jars under my bed, in the storage rooms, in the garage... any place I thought I could hide something. My parents recently moved out of that house. They never did mention finding any of those jars to me. By now, the would have either grown quite nasty as to warrent a word to their eldest trouble making son, or the POTATOES REALLY DID COME TO LIFE and they slipped out of the house under thier own power. I need to contact Mr. Bagley!

The word bank provided wasn't big enough to hold all I had to say, so I left the first sentance in my profile and added the rest of it here for you guys to read.

Peace and Love,
Mungo