The Insanity Behind The Screen

When I was a small child I was kidnapped by ravenous monks. I was taken to their monk temple and was beaten daily. After 10 years of my daily monk beatings, I escaped to france. There, I worked in a Kraft Macaroni and Cheese factory and and learned how to smoke a long fancy cigarett. I looked so fancy. After another 10 years I came back to good ol' America, home of the free and lazy. It was so nice to be home and able to eat hamburgers, like how every American should. I lived in a small cottage in the middle of the woods for about 15 years, living on nothing but small animals and pink berries. I soon got bored of that and went on to working for Professional Real Estate Appraisals, where I was forced into a small cold basement doing nothing but being on the computer. After 20 years of being a mole person I longed to see the sun. I was then a pasty white color and bald. And now I live in the attic of a small home. Here I get free meals and a warm bed to sleep in. The only drawback is that I have to be quiet constantly, so the family doesn't find out I'm up here.