My profile... I feel honoured that you actually bothered to look here...
You are probably wasting your time, but if you feel that you are not, feel free to read on.

A short autobiography of yours truly:

I was born in 1965 in a small toilet in Carrum Downs, it was a hard life there, riding kangaroos 24 kilometres to school, getting water from the crusty ♥♥♥♥ of elephants, having a sister synoymous to the devil. But I loved it I did. Back in Carrum there were no rules whatsoever. Well... I guess there were, but nobody gave a helpless crap about 'em. All those days spent out in the paddocks, roaming 'round looking for something that I could amuse myself with all day, or even all week. Those were some of the best times of mar life.

I guess now I look back on mah childhood like a ray of sunshine in the past, that I can think back to and be grateful to the wonderful place I grew up in.
Sure now that I live in suburban Melbourne I can get water from a tap, but that Elephant ♥♥♥♥ water that I so dearly loved had a certain salty-sweet taste to it, and now whenever I drink it just reminds me of home. And sure we drive cars now, but riding a kanga will never get old, and I especially liked the bruises you got from a ride. Every time I rode I would get bruises, and then there was that knowledge in mah mind that once all those bruises healed, I would have the strongest ass in Carrum. And that I bloody well did.

Honestly now though im just an average old man.
And that is the story of mah life.