Welcome to the binary manifestation of the beauty of lampposts.
Which is very beautiful. Yes, well, this is my little webpage I have created, of which I am the dear leader. I invented art. And whales. ALL HAIL SAM. PLEASE. Who am I, you ask? WHO AM I? 24602. Anyway, I'm basically a conscious sugar cookie, floating throughout time and space and purgatory, using my mind powers that stem from a slowly decomposing chicken to manipulate the earth until so that when I arrive, I shall be worshiped as their god...hopefully. However, this will not be for a great while, and thus, I must spend my time creating a webpage. Also, I need to so that I may submit stuff for my computer design class-but that's mostly irrelephant. Now-time for a skill check! Roll a d20 to see if you don't spontaneously catch fire (because apparently, "combust" isn't a word. Curse you, Gorbachev!). Did you get a number? Good, then you probably didn't. Get a number that is. Of course, how would I know? It's not like I remeMBER, THE 21ST NIGHT OF SEPTEMBER (I had to look that song up just for that line-now I'm listening to it. It's pretty good. I would recommend you listening to it).
Uh....I made this about four months ago, and I hate it so much. I apologize
Uh....I made this about four months ago, and I hate it so much. I apologize