BoneWerks

If you don't already know about me, then you must be living in a hole somewhere! HAHAHA. Just kidding. It's ok though, because I myself, have been known to live in holes before. Gutters if they are dry enough, under turnpike bridges and even sewers sometimes when the going gets rough. Yup, I'll pretty much live anywhere, so relax. No one is judging you here on 'MY'space. In fact, can I get you anything? Some water? A cookie or some chips? I haven't really been shopping in a while so I don't have much, but if you want I can run to the corner store and pick us up some black licorice and a six'er of Jolt Cola. By the way, do you like Chunky? You know, the candy. I mean, it's not really a candy "bar" per say, but they are good. Almost as good as chocolate covered raisins, you know, Raisinetts. I used to eat them by the fistful until my teeth started to rot from all the junk food and not brushing my teeth a whole lot. In fact, Raisinetts are easier for me to chew nowadays more than a Chunky. I have to melt my Chunky down in the microwave and soften it up so I can eat it with a spoon. That's how bad my teeth are! HAHAHA.Hey, you know, you should really read the article about my life in last month's issue of "Cerebellum & The Cranial Damage Weekly". I know I have some extra copies around here just to give out to friends. It's kind funny, they said I'm lucky to be alive after the merino yak smashed me off my scooter and I landed in the patch of rabid prairie dog feces. That's how I contracted pink eye all over my mouth. Which, in turn sent the nearby Tibetean rattlesnakes into a frenzy and caused them to lash out at me, biting me everywhere. Doctors said it's a good thing my testicles produce their own anti-venom otherwise, I would have died right there on the freeway.