Text by blbest
8 years old, and one evening, such a pissed off barrel of Donkey Kong tossed fury I was, I ran away from home. A brown suitcase in hand, housing only a turban wearing, Hammer pantsed Aladdin, you better not call ‘doll,’ only ‘action figure,’ because I was a boy of action, and…
I love this story, it is just amazing. But some how it feels like it has happened to me.