After losing my entire family, I was lost at sea. Became proficient in jellyfish sexual technics, until I washed a shore, and was adopted by a family sized box of yams, where I further enhanced my sexual proweress by becoming device orientated (green jell-o, live trout, and garden weasle) and proficiency with a steel wire brush, and then I met George... and we have been playing the blues for 32 years. Thats it.
