Ina

MY life as I know it, I was born on a west Virginian farm to Bill and Martha, the youngest of 5 children I was sent to work feeding and killing chickens. At the age of 21 I finally found the courage to run away to Bristol where I scraped and saved, eventually fulfilling my goal of opening a hawain shirt shop. ahhhh what glorious days. however my elation was to be short lived. at the age of 30, I lost my finger in a shark fighting competition, deciding to go private with re-cpnstructive surgery. Unfortunatly I had 2 sell my store to a fat Brazillian man named TREVOR, who wore lots of gold. I was on the brink of returning to the virginian chicken farm when one day, while walking down the street I found an old copy of STAGE newspaper, flicking through the pages absentmindedly my gaze was suddenly and strangely directed to an advert offering dance tuition. strutting through numerous audtions I finally beat off thousands of hopefuls. This take us up to the present. yesterday I learned the crab dance and how to walk like a donkey.