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The life of a hebeast/Skins

Sins · 2010-11-15T17:38:02Z

It all started October 23rd, 1995, at 10:23pm My username is Bolt on this website. I have three sentences on my About The Author page. I am also now a liar. So, when I was eight I lied about being struck by lightning. People started called me Bolt as a result of it. Eventually they found out I lied but the name stuck. And it still fits becau- LOL, Joke! I have a life. Hi. It's me. Yeah. Me. I hate it when people do that on the phone.. Call me whatever. Skins, Skinny, Skinsy, Fingers, Jeff. Whatever's down with the kids. I have two pets: my cat and my brother. I've dyed my hair ginger before, and it was fun. It was supposed to be brown, but obviously, America land and its Florida sun disagreed by bleaching it ginger instead. I'm not a vegetarian... Meh, there are enough chickens in the world. Besides, they can't even fly. Hardly a bird. More like an obese rat with feathers. The same goes for cows. Do they fly? No. My cat just jumped on my brother. She's yelping in his face; it's funny. He called her fat. Now she's walking over to me... Be gone, Demon! Be gone! Now she's licking me... My class in year 7 (I'm too lazy to translate that to American) once locked my Biology teacher in a closet. He looks like Mario. He uses a stool to write on the white board because of his hight issues. Anyway, he started crying when one of the fat kids locked him in the closet. It was enjoyable. That's enough perving from you guys... Get out of my life. EDIT: I have a towel on my head. That is all.