Back in my day where the horses roam. I was in the jungle with my tribe. We spoke the native clicking language of my people. We were a tribe of vegetable cannibals. We found a herd of wild carrots. I sprinted ahead of the rest of my tribe and clicked with pride. I swung my ax and slaughtered the carrots. The juice of the carrots filled my mouth. Baby carrots screamed for their parents but I cut them down. A felt something rumble in my throat. Before I knew it I was gurgling 360n0scop3z the family of carrots. By the time my tribe caught up with me they were ashamed that I had let the gurgle over power me. I was shortly banished from my clicking tribe in the horse vegetable jungle. I'm Fartmonkey and this is the time I got addicted to cocaine.