It all started thousands of years ago, but I didn’t realize this until recently. My story only starts many years later.
Many years after my birth even. Not that long ago.
A little longer ago it happened to my parents to fuck make love.
Together.
Many years later I was at high school. Suffering 4 hours of Latin weekly.
Reading Julius Caesar (and some more).
I think it was around that time that the bitch Guru of nostalgic Fisher Price fans, Steve Jobs, decided to create a new portable device.
Today I have to live in fear, fear because my parents happened to make love together with a fertile result. The result of this, other than the placenta, is *i*.
They called me Franky.
iFranky.
Sue me because my parents called me Franky.
3 have made me smarter ↓
1 Me // Feb 19, 2007 at 1:32 am// View all comments by Me //
Blah
2 franky // Feb 19, 2007 at 1:34 am// View all comments by franky //
very impressive me
3 swan_pr // Feb 19, 2007 at 4:40 am// View all comments by swan_pr //
I guess “me” doesn’t have to energy to sue… neither do I ;) let’s Franky all together then.