I am a aspiring competitve mule rider, I started my career moving mexicans across the boarder into the United States and found out that I have special connection with pack mules. They speak to me. Since then I've spent most days flipping pancakes at the local firestation. I don't know anyone there but when you walk in wearing boots and jeans and carry and axe they tend to pay you no attention. But my love for a good flapjack doesn't stop me from smiling.
Ping pong balls used to scare me back when I worked part time for a birthday clown named Jeremy. Not a very good clown name if you ask me, but what they hey I ain't the clown. Jeremy and I once had a mustache growing contest...I stole his testosterone pills and won...so I guess the jokes on him.
After I complete my dreams of riding donkeys competitively I hope to raise a family of peguins, I hear they are the smarts of the bird families and you can teach them to do tricks. I know a lot of tricks, expecially ones that involve pancakes.
Well I'll stop talkin' so you can stop stalkin' , zipity do da party people!