Apparently as I a small child I simply adored getting naked. Any chance I could get, especially in public, off came the clothes and out came the pee pee, and then I'd run around like a drunk who had lit himself on fire.
I don't have much memory of this. On the other hand I believe the earliest memory I have of life is sitting on the potty next to someone else sitting on the potty with myself boasting that I could pee out of my bum.
Basically I was a diarrhea prone show off with a solid desire for exhibitionism from the get go.
I guess little has changed :)
Life is short. Or perhaps it lasts for a really, really long time. No one is really sure. Which sucks. If they can't figure that out definitively then what else don't we really know? The perfect size for a jar? What a fuckin' miserable thought. Fuck that. Instead here are the silly, weird, unhinged, absurd, silly, stupid, completely unrelated to hinges (moslty), poorly edited, outpourings and thought vomits of a silly idiotic teddy-bear of a dickhead. Staring David 'Pinky-Von-Sox' Tieck