My name is Balls Worth. All I do is work on my magnetic toaster. I wanted to be a rockstar, but I accidently toasted my right hand in my magnetic toaster. The loss of my right hand prevents me from holding the microphone. So my dreams were shattered and now all I have is my toaster. I love to eat bacon-fat and the grissle of steaks. I wish I could find a fellow toaster enthusiast that could double as my passionate lover.
