TimRockz69 Story

Okay, I'm going to clear one thing up. I never wash my hair. It's like all greasy and stuff. Anyway, my name is TimRockz69. *epic theme plays* And my favorite number is 62. This is the story of my dirty life. Ur mom.

Chapter Six
It all started when I was born. Then I got a job at McDonalds. All the customers were scared to see this ugly baby at the drive-through window. But I was just trying to raise money to buy a stick to hit people with. But someone complained to my mother and got me fired. So I decided to grow up. My mom was angry, so she kicked me out. "1738," I said angrily as I walked to the nearest phone booth in baby clothes. This weird nerdy guy went into the booth first, but since privacy doesn't exist, I went in too. The nerdy guy was putting on a superman shirt. "Hey, go away," he said in a girly voice. "Ur mom," I said, then I just stood there. The guy just stood there too. After like 420 hours of this, Superman died of hunger. I took the guy's clothes and dialed 1-800-ur-mom. This retarded-sounding person answered. "Welcome to ur mom center. Thanks for calling." "Ur mom called." "Luke, I am ur mom." "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT CAN'T BE!" Then I blacked out.

Chapter 4
When I came to, I was in a hospital. Or at least, I thought I was. I was actually in a hospital bed in a junkyard. A weirdo with a knife stood over me. "Hi."