Ruru-Kun

Like my scrotum here it is in a nutshell~ "One thousand nine hundred and ninety-two, That's the year I got here when my dear mother's water blew. Not really realizing the prize that's been begot to her, The bona fide lo-fi high-octane philosopher. Genius with a penis the few the proud the me, I liked me so much I had to buy the company. Soul for sale sold to Satan for a hell of a lotta luck, I'm hard to come by like a straight guy working at Starbucks. Thank the thinkers that think they thunk the thoughts that theorized, Idolized or despised bet I'm gettin' recognized. Mount Rushmore it? No ignore it can't rock with no big head, H

So this is the first one of these, don't know how often I'm going to write these, but anyways. I was happy to see that people almost immediately chose some of my work to their favorites, to those I have already said thanks and to those I haven't said it yet here goes..Thank you all very much! I promise to keep submitting new stuff as I create them and think they are good enough. Thank you for the wonderful beginning and so on. Ruru-Kun~ :) ps. Why in the mood section at the "Daily needs" thingy, there's an option "high"? Can smoking weed be a daily need? Apparently so :D