I'm so loving awesome, that when the doctor picked me up, he stuff his pants. He then dropped me, from that point I did a perfect triple back flip onto my mothers stomach, where I then did cartwheels and sang Vaudeville. After three days of being alive I grew a beard, I then decided that I would become fifteen and slap people with a sack of unsalted cashews for a living. And that's how loving awesome I am.
tl;dr: You're a forgettard for not reading it.
