doofer- Yet another Andy!
Well...you asked for it...
Okay! A little more information about yours truly, some of it may seem strange, but then again, your life would probably be strange to me too.
Born in May 1967 (Yes, I'm a bit of an old fart now) The 'doofer'; enjoyed a wonderful childhood, one of my fondest memories was the time my Mother gave me an Electric Fire to play with in the bath, or when my Father used to dangle me from the tree by a rope, I still have the marks on my neck! Oh the memories! Life was just great until...
I was sadly orphaned at the tender age of just 5 year's old, my parents were killed in an horrific 100mph car crash, which in itself is pretty bad, but even worse when you consider that I was driving the car at the time.
That left just my Brother and me to fend for ourselves, fortunately my Brother who is the 'Brains' of the Family managed to secure a position as the Head of the Biology Dept. at a local University! And from the cash we received, managed to make ends meet.
I used to love going to visit my Brother at the Biology Dept. but the Staff there got sick of me visiting all the time, they didn't like having to go into the cupboard all the time and finding the pickle-jar which contained his head, he never did look quite the same in that jar somehow, and he also went very quiet, I don't think he spoke to me once the whole time I used to visit?
From then on, things just went downhill. I started a promising Boxing career, but unfortunately had to give it all up due to Medical circumstances, I had spent that much time on the Canvas, I had developed Cauliflower Arse.
I then decide to look for a 'proper' job, but I was soon completely put-off this idea when I applied for my 'Dream Job' after an unfortunate misunderstanding outside the Local Police Station. I still think to this day that having a sign outside saying 'Man Wanted for Performing Perverted Sex Acts on Local Virgins' was very misleading; they explained that this was not an employment opportunity and let me off with a caution.
I'm kind of famous for having really bad luck, especially where women are concerned. Married three times, my first wife died tragically of an acute allergic reaction to some Mushrooms she had eaten, but seeing as we never really got on that well together, I soon got over it and met my second wife. But fate was to deal another cruel blow, by a million to one chance, my second wife was also unknowingly allergic to Mushrooms, and she too succumbed to her allergy and died.
At my second wife's funeral I met my third wife, we got on really well, until one dreadful night we had a massive argument, and in her temper she tripped as she was running down the stairs, she fell awkwardly and broke her neck in several places, killing her instantly, it was a stupid way to die really, it was just a petty argument over why she wouldn't eat the Mushroom Soup I had made her.
Soon after I decided to join the Army, but after witnessing the death of over 1000 men, I decided it wasn't for me at all, we never once went into combat, and I never really got on with the other Cook's either, they always blamed me for the Canteen Health Investigations, and were all upset at the Head Chef's sudden death, who in a strange quirk of fate was allergic to the Mushroom Soup I had made him for his Birthday.
After I left the Army, one of my many jobs was working at a Circus, I really did enjoy my time there, it was great fun! Everyone really looked after me there too; they even once bought me a Kite to fly as it was particularly windy one day when we had a fierce Electrical Storm, I always thought that was really nice of them all!
As I worked my way up through the ranks in the Circus, I was proud to be chosen as the new Lion-Tamer! The Lions ate the other Lion-Tamer one night while practising his act (I had forgotten to feed them for a few weeks..), and no one else would take the job. As I developed a good working relationship with the Lions, I hit upon the idea for a completely new type of act, which I was sure would be a massive hit with the crowds. On this particular night I decided to go 'Live' with my new act: I got the Lions' in a circle and picked out the most ferocious of the lot, I made him sit in the centre of the circle and walked up to him, the crowd was in a hushed silence as I opened the Lion's mouth, unzipped my flies and put my dick in the Lions mouth, I picked up a large wooden Mallet off the floor and hit the Lion on the head, the Lions jaw closed a fraction of an inch, the crowd screamed! It worked! The Lion didn't bite it off! The crowd went wild! Feeling confident that the stunt had gone to plan, I shouted to the applauding audience "Would anyone in the Audience like to attempt this trick?", an old woman ran forwards and said "I'll do it!" when I told her it would be physically impossible for her to attempt the stunt, she said "I can do it, don't worry son, just don't hit me so hard on the head with the Mallet...", soon after, I had to give up the act, I accidentally picked up a Fire-Axe instead of the wooden Mallet, the poor Lion will never work in show-business again.
Hope you liked it anyways