The banner I am looking at says I love children ...they taste like chicken.

I love that kind of humor. I love just about anything that is off the wall, or eccentric.

I do not choose to love these things, I am just that way.

Maybe it was falling on my head when I was a baby. I really did fall then, and have a horribly misshapen skull because of it.

And a scar.

Perhaps I am an ogre.

If I were a female, could have been an ogress.

Now aren't you glad you read this?