This subject might be touchy for some of you so if you are scared of illegal immigrants or gay people please read on. I was born in Virginia Germany when I was only one year old. Both my parents died before I was born and I never had anyone to care for me. I only learned this a couple of days ago. I was out partying with Tr4nCe and suddenly he started telling me all this abou tmy child hood. It scared me but I think I took it all in. Basically when I was born I was shipped off to mexico. I was born in Germany but my mother was American. So in reality I could've been either German or American. Anyway, I was shipped off to Mexico and was raised by a pack of bears. When I was three years, old as some of you might know, I was taken out of that environment and put into the care of an old man. He treted me like a son so naturally I treated him like a Father. I lived with him for ten years and it is quite recent that this event I bring to your attention happened. I realised I was "not your average Joe in the bedroom" when I was ten. But I didn't have the guts to tell my so called father. He presented me with a box on my thirteenth birthday. "open it" grandpa Joe said. So I did. It contained a pair of slippers. Yes I know what you are thinking "that is not very relevant to the story" and you'd be right it isn't.

Anyway after I found out I was gay I moved north to Mexico City and lived there for some time with my trusty pair of slippers and my donkey Jose. I made a few friends but one day I found them all hanging from a tree made of barbwire fence. It scared me and I decided to cross the border into California in my quest to return to germany. I reached the border and was told never to return. Apparently they did not like my physical appearance and it was obvious "apparently" that I was Pure Mexican. So I returned to my paddock and schemed up a nice little plan to get over the border. Three months later and I had constructed a pair of rocket shoes. In a beautiful shade of pink. Needless to say my rocket shoes got me over the border perfectly and I started to live in America. One day I went out for Milk and was confronted by a young officer in a dashing blue suit. "Alright Rab" he said. "Hey, How the ---- do you Know my name?" I asked. "Cor Blimey" he said "Don't you know those roicket shoes are famous!" "oh right" I said. and then he said that because I was gay that I got over the border so easily.

Anyway the moral of the story is If you are gay it is A OK!