joannaf2

Please, with all the the stories I could tell, it would go on for years But since you asked: It all started in the Blue Lagoons of Iceland in July of 1945. I was 5 years old and was viciously attacked by a wild Goldeen. I tried calling in my Psyduck, but it was no use. At 18 I moved to Zimbabwe to train wild goats to dance for the circus. At 21 I was given a fake beard and posed as the bearded lady as a "promotion." At 21 1/2 I ran away from the circus and returned to the Blue Lagoon. I then met a beautiful Blonde Lithuanian girl named Cara Rudnic. We frolicked day and night while listening to the wind rustle through the meadows. At 25 I moved to New York City. That same day I fell into a manhole. I've been living here for 8 years as a hermit. Somebody please help me.

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