on Skinny Seth Rogen Feels Like a Prick at 18:18 10/23/2008

Did you know that whenever you hear a lion roar, it means that someone, somewhere in the world, is scratching their forearm? Well now that you know that, you no longer need to misinterpret me again. I come from a land in a faraway place where no one is allowed to step outside, unless they would enjoy getting their candy taken away (if you know what I mean) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! My sister is a slave who frequently washes her face in her own saliva. My great great great uncle descends from the native land of Twiheina, a small island that is known for their fly meat. Want to know more? Check my autobiography out at barns and noble!
For those of you who clicked on the above website, here we go:
My name is Lioness Feila. Hobbies include rolling around in my hand crafted baskets, basking in tea tree oil, and hanging with my next door neighbors. I have no childhood memories, for they consist solely of rising at 2 AM, going down to the barber shop, and watching suspiciously as all the cats skedaddle from their “hotel” before the owner comes in to work. He wouldn’t appreciate that surprise, but don’t tell anyone I knew about it!!!!!!!!! Sometimes, life is a guess and check game. If you’re not sure whether you’re wrong or right, go with my grandfather’s motto: either eat rice or perish on a bicycle traveling on a never ending road. For more mottos, check out