Bernie.J

I live in a trash can. It's hard sometimes because People get the wrong impression of me. They think I want to be in the company of finer people, somehow life in a trash can is suppose to leave me thirsting for fine dining rituals and snifters of port. People tell me that classy women can only relate to men with charismatic Sports-Wear, and I should be glad to have any sort of hand me down I can get, because it's certainly better than the Cardboard I have taped around most of my torso.