Originally Posted by 
Tigmafuzz
				 
			I also have fans. They chase me down the street offering me gifts of  pitchforks and torches, as well as occasionally tossing rocks and sticks  at me hoping I will find one I like and appreciate it, because my  happiness is all they care about, whether I know who gave it to me or  not. They don't want recognition. But I'm far too humble to accept any  of them, which apparently just makes them love me even more. Every time I  walk down the street I hear dozens of people yelling after me, hoping  to get a chance just to touch me. I get so many love-shoves you guys  don't even know. It's hard out here for an elephant-faced pimp.