The Moon? It's mine, I own it.
Seriously. I iherited it from an eccentric uncle.
They said he was mad, but he had proof.
He left it to me because I said I liked it.
My sister got the rocking horse poop because she didn't believe him.
I've also got a stuffed Yeti.
An alien (In a jar, I hope it's dead and not 'transmitting').
An alien spacecraft, I'd visit my moon, but I'm only allowed to go up and down the driveway (stupid parents).
I used to have a Leprachaun too. He was scary so we took him to the sactuary. The Leprachaun Sanctuary for abused and abandoned mythical Irish beings (and Unicorns).
A snuff film, but that's on ebay right now.
Micheal Jacksons bones. (he's got the elephant man's bones and so wasn't using his).
A three legged man, he's always grumpy, says his cage is too small. whatever. I tell him he should dance for the people and maybe he'll get a bigger cage, but, no dice.
A talking two headed Llama, both heads talk, but one just spouts crap, looks like ass too.
A dwarf. doesn't do much but can code c++ like nobody's business.
A bearded lady, she won't shower, she stinks! I keep trying to tell the The Leprachaun Sanctuary for abused and abandoned mythical Irish beings (and Unicorns) she's a giant, hermaphrodite leprachaun but they see through my lies.
If any of you want to see my stuff, IM me.
Really.
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