I was rooting through a garbage can on 148th street one day (don’t ask) and I came across this computer printout that had been marked up with all these comments and curses and whatnot. Fluther was mentioned prominently on this paper, which was ripped in half lengthwise. The half I saw looked fascinating, so I went to the local library, which usually lets me use the computer for fifteen minutes before they throw me out. I don’t know what problem they have with the way I smell. I take a shower once a month whether I need it or not. Down at the Y, ya know.
I’m still trying to figure out what the thread was about. The strangest words were something like “Crustaceans are flameb…...” Anyway, I’ve been stuck here ever since. I have about five identities (one for each of me) and sometimes we get into the worst arguments.