hardboard82

Well, where do I begin? Although it says I was born in 1930, I was actually born in 1896 and died in 2007, but it would not let me put the truth, it doesnt believe me... My job was scooping up Obama's Dog's poop. How? You might ask, I am a time traveler, and I went into the future, and just so you know, the world DOES NOT end in 2012, just ask the Jonas Brothers, they have been to the year 3000. I could have chosen to die in the year 34563654294, but instead, I thought I would die back in the time I would have normally died in. I am now a baby ghost of just 3 years old, and I think my life is pretty sweet, or, my "death" is pretty sweet? Either way, if you want to talk to me, go to New Mexico. I Haunt the graveyards of Flagstaff!!!