Well young man, I've been writin' since dirt was discovered, and my ole chisel still echo's of the first poem I wrote in rock.
But seriously, when I was speaking with dante about wherther hell exists er not, I came across a portly young miss of about 90 stone.
Well, I don't have to say much after that, but, hehehe, I guess you could say we hit it off purdy good.....and uh...uh....