darwinsconfusion

I was born into a family of migrant rural mudwrestlers. We liked to splash around down in our favorite mud paradise on the weekends and shimmy up greased polls while drinking white lightning. It was all fun until the local bull got loose and deposited his male bull turds down in our favorite mud hole. I always wondered why people would tell me I had a special aroma? Well, when I was older I went out and joined a group of traveling pantomimes, it seemed no one really talked to me very much and everyone was mostly at a loss for words? So I left and joined up with a band of fiddle players my job was to rosin up the bows and pour ice water on the strings when the going got a little too fiery. I eventually settled down on a small piece of rural homestead in the sticks. I grow a lot of my own food and burlap clothing. I'm always searching for new valuable and interesting crops to grow, right now I'm growing dental floss for the uptown dental floss salons. They pay me well, I have no worries and I get to chew on all the dental floss I want.

p.s. I could be making that all up...