I am just a test. Please don't care about me. It's ok.
My whole damn life I am working as a tester. Do you know, in what hell I'm rotting?
Every day i wear a long face, but it's Hobson's choice: My wife was a dummy before she gave birth to our wunderful childs, Checker and Pat Trial. My mother was a nuclear test, my father worked as a pregnancy test for long, long years. And also my grandparents got ahead with some medical testing. So do you think, someone would offer me a job as a corkscrew or a women's shoe salesman?
Exactly, you're right. I am totally lost. This is any but pretty.
So, don't get too angry about my existince.
Thank you. And please help me testing the shoutbox
