It's what My Mother, The ArchLich wanted. Shrug. I think it worked out okay. I learned a lot, had a few laughs--no body, no crime.
The most important thing to remember is that I didn't become the sole Beneficiary of A Special Needs Trust because I am retarded. It was
my father that was the retard. My hand to God. His death has improved our relationship immensely. It's a coin flip to call which of us is more humbled. He was always big on teaching through shame.
Asking for a coupling of Ewoks.
Back off man. I'm a scientist wearing a black robe with midnight blue velvet cuffs that I've had for thirty years. I am naked underneath. I have masturbated no less than five times in the last 35 hours, consuming my own essence with joyous glee each time. Your arguments are thus, rendered invalid.
Quot erat demonstratum.
