Boy, am I a klutz. A tripping, stumbling, bumbling, stammering stooge; an absent minded, spaced-out, daydreaming, sleepwalking reference point for manufacturers of ‘fool-proof’ gadgets worldwide; a meandering, careless fr… Hey, stop nodding your head. I was expecting something along the lines of “Come on, Hammy. You’re not THAT bad”, or...
“I couldn’t just hide away forever, could I? I couldn’t just cash in my nonexistant stock, get beer supplies, and run off into the woods, living off the fat of the land and beating my chest to chat around with gorillas, could I?”from - Party In The Sixties, read the full article...
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