Hmmm....where to begin, where to begin... I grew up among a small tribe of aboriginees in the coastal plains of New Zealand where I spent much of my time trying to learn and appreciate the craft of underwater crocheting. After enduring many years of hardship & shame (for the craft turned out to more than I could bear) I turned to the Alpine mountains. There, I learned to live by following the mountain goats. The goat herd quickly accepted my presence & I survived off the same vegetation as they. In the winters, when plants were scarce, I lived off of their warm droppings. To repay their kindness I learned to yodel & for 7 years the goats & I would share food & song. In the beginning of my 8th year in the mountains, I was discovered by a french-man. I, along with my goats, moved to the base of the mountain where I cooked & cleaned for him for 2 years...2 years too long! One night, under the cover of the stars I stole away. I sold my goats & got just enough to move to America...The land of the free my ass! Anyhow, now here I am in Texas waiting for the next round of American Idol auditions. Hopefully those judges will appreciate a good yodeler when they hear one...............Create or get your
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