JustV: Not A Hobo

JustV: Not A Hobo
Name: JustV Aliases: JustVisiting, Akritt Favorite Color: Green. No! Blue! AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Beverage of Choice: Gatorade Occupation: College Student by day. Not sure what I am by night (asleep, I guess) Now Playing: Barkley: Shut up and Jam: Gaiden Now Watching: Carnivale Hobo?: Not A Hobo Game Position: Administrator OK, for those of you not familiar I was one of the original Webmaster hosts. Well, sort of. Big Brother was the original, original guy in charge but he got distracted by shiny objects and bestowed upon me the Power of Grayskull. No wait, that was He-Man. I got the powers of Administrator and the fun job of dragging the whole rat-race to the finish line where "winners" declared a "truce" so that "everyone could win". I wanted a fight to the death complete with guns, knives, and killer klowns... but NOOOOOOOOO. Then there was another game that I was only slightly involved in and a third that I wasn't involved with at all. So now I'm back. Ask me where I've been and I'll tell you a lie completely different from the one I'll tell the next guy (the truth is just too boring). I'm up for another game if anyone's interested. I'm older and wiser (or closer to death and completely insane from paint fumes), so expect... stuff. Maybe things. Maybe money... Maybe Luvable Friends Bathtime Rubber Ducks OK, it's probably the ducks. At least that's what it would be right now. I'm tired. Time to stop posting.

Sooooooooooo, where have you been ?? Lie #1: Well, I was at the movies watching "Kill Bill: Volume 3", when I realized that there was no third movie in the "Kill Bill" series. So the time paradox around me shattered and I woke in the theater which was now playing a "Larry the Cable Guy: Health Inspector" & Uwe Boll's "BloodRayne" double feature. After 12.7 seconds I did what any sane and logical person in my situation would do and clawed my eyes out with the aid of a straw, six M&M's, and a half eaten tub of medium popcorn. Realizing that I could still hear, I began screaming at the top of my lungs until the large naked fat man behind me proceded to beat me into a coma with the turkey leg he had smuggled into the theater. I remained in a coma for a whole eight hours (or three months depending on who's telling the tale), upon which I went out and purchased new eyes from a desperate Canadian. They cost me an entire $7.42, but the surgery was thrown in for free so I didn't get completely ripped off. I then took a train back to my fortress of solitude only to find that I had left my keys back on the train. So I had to wait outside until... Sunday when my "housekeeper" showed up to let me inside. And that's one possible story explaining what I've been doing.

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