I had a change of heart and decided to answer your question after all.<quoted text>Hey, answer the question knob head!
My mother and father both belong to the ancient Wherethefuckarewe Tribe. In case you’re not familiar with this tribe, it’s a band of 4 foot tall dwarf aboriginals who live in the remote wilds of the Australian bush amongst the 5 foot high grasses, and they wander around in the grass all day shouting,“Where the fuck are we???”
There is no electricity here so I’m typing this in a cave on my lap-top, which is powered by a Martian running on a treadmill made out of Brigalow twigs and which uses empty Fosters cans for wheels. The whole thing is connected by a cord woven from spider's webs which is connected to my lap-top with a wad of chewing gum. It could be generated by using the running water from a near-by waterfall but I like to watch the Martin... he’s a happy little chappy and very friendly.
Next time you're in the neighbourhood come and visit. You won't be able to see us though for all the tall grass, so just stand still and shout "Where the fuck are you" and we'll find you. See ya soon.