Why can't anything in my life be normal? i just tried to arrange a fucking camping trip and i end up with 9 fucking alien pony things! And there looking for another fucking pony thing! Oh and to top it of one of them is my counter part form another universe (which is cool and creepy at the same time). I think I've finally gone insane, and Kirk thinks I've drugged his coffee. I suppose this is my life now...

Why god? why me?

written by: Skivrak

proof reader: The Unforgiven