That’s me in London. Later on I vomited from heat stroke. I’m okay now though. Thanks for asking.
Here I am in black and white, but shockingly it’s a modern photo. It looks like I’m singing a power ballad, but I’m probably talking about my vagina.
Here is a picture of me as a baby. I’m the one with the Hitler hairstyle not the orange one without a face.
Jackie couldn’t turn up one night so Kelli! got some bloke on stage instead. No one even noticed.
I’ve always wanted to be a cheerleader, so it was a dream come true when I bought myself a trophy for being one.
I also bought a snooker trophy, because there was a deal on in the shop.
It’s pretty obvious what’s going on here. Truman was cheating.
This is simply a trick. That book is blank. He’s pretending to read. He was really good at acting.
I fucking loved that boy. I will until the day I die. Which will be never.
Sometimes things get a little weird in the bedroom