IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL VISITORS OF THIS PROFILE:
I AM THE YEAR 2000, NOT YOU, SO YOU CAN'T POSSIBLY HAVE THE CLAIRVOYANCE I HAVE AND BE ABLE TO TELL WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I DESCEND FROM THE SKIES ONTO YOUR COMTEMPIBLE EXCUSE FOR A PLANET. STICK YOUR DICK IN A PENCIL SHARPENER. I HAVE SPOKEN.
THE YEAR 2000I AM THE YEAR 2000. I HAVEN'T HAPPENED YET. YOU CAN SPOT ME IN THE SKY IF YOU HAVE A HUBBLE TELESCOPE BUT YOU DON'T. HAHAHHAH! I AM COMING SOON, SO LOOK OUT. YOU WILL KNOW I HAVE ARRIVED WHEN REALITY BLACKS OUT AND WHEN YOU AWAKEN, THE FIRST THING YOU SEE IS TWO ADORABLE PUPPIES READY TO GREET YOU. IN THE YEAR 2000 LEIGONS OF STORMTROOPERS WILL FLOOD DOWN FROM THE SKY AND PUNISH THE UNBELIEVERS.THE YEAR 2000