Hey everyone! 👋 I guess I've never formally introduced myself. 😊 So here's a little introduction to my page!
My name's Storkinspork, I'm mentally retarded and extremely inbred. When I was six years old my two gay dads forced me to participate in beauty pageants for the physically/mentally impaired against my will hoping to make some money off my various incurable illnesses. This would lead me to many traumatic experiences which I don't want to really delve into, I still remember the judges saying "GET THAT CHICKEN BOY OFF THE FUCKING STAGE" while throwing bags of popcorn and other edible goods directly at my head.
Fast forward a few years and I'm starting to make a name for myself, I'm known as the greatest mentally retarded male pageant queen in my entire city! Capitalizing on this newfound success my two dads launched a clothing line under my name, mostly consisting of t-shirts that said "I stand with chicken boy" "chicken boy is my hero" and "the south will rise again." Regardless of this my mental health was still declining and the kids would all mock me at school , they were fine with my status as a chicken boy but thought the pageant shit was "girly and more something a gay person who has sex with men would do rather than a chicken."
Eventually all the name calling and constant torment would catch up to me and I would swear off pageants altogether, my dads didn't like this very much and said I had to continue going to them. Not willing to accept this I ran away from home, leaving my gay dads and pageanting behind as I searched for greener pastures.
I was 15 now, and not in a good position to make a life for myself. Thankfully an extremely generous and morbidly obese gentlemen named Arthur pitied my situation and offered a spare bedroom in his house, with the condition that I do some basic chores and housework. I quickly accepted this offer elated that I managed to find a new home so quickly.
The next couple years were pretty uneventful, I lived at Arthur's house, did some simple chores I think he snuck into my room a couple times because the lock on the door had been hacked off but I'm not completely sure. I got a job at the local Walmart but got fired pretty soon because I forgot to put up a wet floor sign after pissing in the bread aisle.
Anyways that leads us up to now. I created this page a little bit ago but hadn't given a formal introduction. I hope you guys like the content I post on here and don't mind the semi frequent rants about fluoride which quickly get deleted within minutes of me posting once I come out of my heroin fueled daze. Have a good night :)