This whacked out wasteoid named Joel built me out of some spare parts that were lying around The Sattelite of Love, where I am tortured daily by that perpetually stoned neurotic freak.
See what I mean..? WHAT A FREAK!!
You dont even want to know what he did to me with that wrench.
I hate my life
It's not all bad though.
Joel built others like me, and they make my sojourn thru this hellish existence a bit more bearable.
Heres a shot of me and the family.