Interests: hiding from ghosts, attacking parking meters, feeding buildings

Whenever I see one of those narly, nut ball homeless people, with tinfoil in their hair, dragging a broken fax machine around by the cord like a dog, I love to think about what they were like in grade school. Were they the kid that ate paint? Or were they the one secretly popping the heads off the barbies?  I hope facebook allows us to find out one day.