As a wise man once said, ¨what the fuck are we doing here¨! That man was a baby whitch was me. later on in life when I Was five I was about to go for a job interview at a toy monster truck insurance registry. I was prepared as always but when I was walking to my
Toyota Crayola that was in the driveway when I realised my
car was stolen by Lemmy. He had left a note written in crayola that read ha ha you stupid toddler I have stolen your
car. This was when I fell to my knees and shouted into the sky ¨TO THE MOOOOON¨!!!! So I
wet my
pants and cried myself to sleep that night. The next morning I had realised I forgot the interview, I had about 217 messages on the answering crayon. ¨I guess I didn't hear them over the sound of my stolen cars engine in my bedroom. So I did the best I could to get ready to march to the Monster truck insurance registry and I decided to take the
car there. When I drove in I was greeted by a very stupid looking man in the mirror of my stolen
car, It was me! I had forgotten to wipe my tears and change my multilayered pull ups. But Ill have you know that wasn't going to stop me from getting the job at the, the... Therapy session??? so apparently I am a
68 year old insane lunatic who was riding on crayons wearing diapers and eating crayons. Anyways the the therapist was this
guy named Carter Dewolfe, so there's the
definition, a
guy who helps
68 year old insane people.