About this user
I was born in a small town in ethiopia where I took up the trade of basket weaving at age 7 and had perfected my craft by age 9. It was then that I was encouraged by the members of my wolfpack to travel many miles to the national basket weaving competition in Papua New Guinea. I did not have any form of transportation, so I walked all the way to the competition by foot. It took me 5 years and 7 months to reach Papua New Guinea, but it was well worth the journey. It was there that my talents were finally recognized. I had obtained the first place position in the super awesome deluxe basket portion of the competition. I also won best overall basket. It was a great honor, but the greatest honor was yet to come. Later that night, there was a knock on the door of my hotel room that I had manage to pay for by doing sexual favors for a rich white man. I opened the door to find a letter placed purposefully in the hallway. I snatched it and ran back inside, for I had never had mail of any kind before. The letter read, "Please meet me tomorrow in the cafeteria." I had never seen words before, therefore I could not read, but that is what I assumed it said. The next day, I sat in the cafeteria for hours and hours. I was sure to bring a basket to weave with me because I did not know how long I'd be waiting. As I weaved my basket, a wealthy looking gentlemen came over and told me how nice my basket was. The gentleman then gave me a full ride to WVU for basketweaving. I asked him, "Sir, so it was you who left me this letter?" He then snatched the letter from my hand and read the letter silently to himself. "No." He said, "This was not me." He then read the letter aloud, "Can I borrow some soap? Oh, that's right. You don't have any because you smell as if you haven't took a bath in 5 and a half years. You should fix that, I can smell you from my room...I live on a diffrent floor." How was the author of this letter so accurate at guessing when I last took a bath? I may never know.
Age
20
Country
United States