After awakening in a drunken haze, I found myself adrift in a leaky longboat somewhere in the South Pacific, having been cast away from a gambling junk that had set sail from Hong Kong, New Year's Eve, 2014.
After drifting for several months, I found myself devoid of pubic hair and toenail clippings, with which I had used to fashion line and hook for a while, and was forced to subsist on the smell of my own armpits. That wasn't the first time the aromatic bouquet of hot mustard, ham, and swiss sustained my body through strife.
Shortly thereafter, I found myself within site of what I came to know as the island of Tiddy Booku. Within three weeks, I had impregnated the entire population of natives, and, via many dowries paid for my seed, amassed a fortune and land holdings unequalled in the history of Tiddy Booku.
So that's pretty much what I've been up. I have no reason to return to the real world. We just got internet here, so maybe I'll drop by more frequently.
BAB
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, you have boobs.