The most random and innermost thinkings of a lunatic.
I'm too awesome to walk, so I fly.
If you ever want to find me, just look for the spaz eating all the cakes in the bakery section of your local WalMart while ranting on and on about baby cheetahs.
He should look to be about twenty-two years of age, crazy hair and a silly grin on his face that says he fell on his head one too many times as a child.
Yeah. That guy? That's me.
Nice to meet you!
