Icarumba, is he bad.

At first his perpose simple yet, useful. I have this problem with                     laughing at ...shall we say..inapropriate times?  So, i created an inner-outlet (oxymoron?) for the ha-ha-ing. Thus, Paul was born. He resided in a dark corner of my brain with some quiet peas that lived around there. Things were going swimmingly oh say for a good three days until ...>dun dun duuun<  Paul wasn't there anymore. He left a note with the peas which they all showed me. It told me that Paul had grown weary off all the laughter and was on a trip around the world to become aquantied with the outside world. He came back, but somehow he was different..other than his tatto (which washed off another week later) of a swatstika and his tiny mustache that was glued to his face.

He began to force the peas into slavery and they were always starting fires inside my brain. He bagan to become bored of the peas and must have needed something..more. That's when he started to lash out at radom people in the produce section in Shop N Save, using my voice as a medium. Before long he was murdering grapes, apples and eventually..pumpkins. It was all too horrible-the things he put me through.   <=, (   >sniffle< 

But now, he has layed somewhat dormit. Which could mean he's recharging. He only came with a 9-volt battery.   Some of his writtings are on a squeechin' message board by my crazy friends from Illinois. Pyro's Board of Insanity 

 

 

 

 

It's only a matter of time now..