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.