My sophomore year in high school, my mom and I decided that it would be prudent to bleach my hair until it was white. By the way, with hair as dark as mine, it will be pink for like three days from the ****ing blister from bleaching it four times.
I walked into my machine shop class. The teacher was your typical old dude who has inhaled too much aluminum, and he would sing songs and come up with nicknames.
I come in the door and he stops talking, stares at me, stands up suddenly, and burst into a chorus of
'It's Cosmo the Spook! He's such a spooky guy!...'
And something about scaring girls. After that, spook stuck, and lots of my friends still don't know my real name. I picked up an intel billet in the Marines, and that reinforced it, but I got fired from that job for being belligerent, so not so much that anymore.
And that's me. I think I was RN2804 on these forums first, but that was ages ago. That was the result of mashing on the keyboard, I think.
I walked into my machine shop class. The teacher was your typical old dude who has inhaled too much aluminum, and he would sing songs and come up with nicknames.
I come in the door and he stops talking, stares at me, stands up suddenly, and burst into a chorus of
'It's Cosmo the Spook! He's such a spooky guy!...'
And something about scaring girls. After that, spook stuck, and lots of my friends still don't know my real name. I picked up an intel billet in the Marines, and that reinforced it, but I got fired from that job for being belligerent, so not so much that anymore.
And that's me. I think I was RN2804 on these forums first, but that was ages ago. That was the result of mashing on the keyboard, I think.
Epstein didn't kill himself.
