The sky was dark and cloudy. Wait, wait, no. The sky was gone. Because it was China, and they somehow managed to **** everything up and **** off god at the same time. The hobo named Acidic Sheep cast his eyes upwards, which was a bad idea, since the pavement had already started to melt from the rain. China rain.

He sighed broodily and flexed his remaining fingers, because he was a broody man, and brooding was what he had to do. (Plus, it was kinda cool back then.) The incident with the chainsaw left him with only with his pinky, and got him out of a job for juggling at a circus. (Kids, chainsaws and juggling don’t mix. ‘Twas a painful lesson I had to learn Log in to see images! kind soul would give him some BP. Many, many, times did he attempt to make BP out of dirt and a cupacke, but the evil ,evil, male reproductive organsucking trout denied this awesome, glorious muffin of mud, and cast him down into the depths of poverty once again. He lay down in his cardboard box, and waited, waited for this guy named 1337xxxxxxxx-xlololololol-ololololxxxx-xxxxx1337(****, that’s a mouthful o_o) to pbum him some BP…

D:

Pity him, you must

Send him BP, you are compelled to!

Because he is the heir to the king of Sheba, and will one day raise it to a glorious and awesome nation.

Now hand over the BP.