If you've bothered to take time to come over here and check out this here fancy schmancy profile-thingermagjigger thing here, then you've obviously come to learn a little more about me, and who I am.
If this is true, then it is with pleasure that I tell you that you will find nothing of the sort within these paragraphs. Mwahahahahaha.
However, to reward the interest you no doubt have shown in me, I shall tell to you an ancient and powerful tale, the likes of which has changed history and the world as we know it. Pull up a seat around this here campfire, and take out a few marshmellows to roast, but I warn you, if you choke and die on one of them, you won't be able to hear the end of the story, now will ya? I thought not.

Once upon a time there was a little girl named Jasmine. One day, while walking down a path on her way to her greandmother's home, a two ton sumo wrestler jumped out of the enarby bushes and ate her. The end.

The moral of this story: The next time YOU walk down a path, wether it be your front yard, or the middle of New York...Be afraid. Be VERY afraid. o.o