Well, I doubt that anyone is ever going to read this, but if they are, then hi. Go to shmais, scroll down, and you'll see about the forbearer of our beloved Mr. "Crimson" Tide. Life is full of mysterious things, don't dwell on them to long, it isn't good for you. Well, enough sadness right now, and uh, oh, nothing else to write about. Instead, mind if I babble? No? Good. Here goes:
There once was a man named Peter. He owned a cat. The cat was named George. George was a happy sort of cat. I'm not boring you, am I? I would hate to think that anything that I was writing could possibly bore anyone. That would really be tragic. Anyway, I really don't feel like writing, so bye