My buddy Peter was a big pumpkin eater. He had a wife but couldn't keep her. His life was sad and histerically funny. It was sad cause he really and litarally slept with the barn animals. Covered in mud, his favorite was the big and mighty Behemoth. Oh poor Peter, skinny and small and not bright like a fluorescent light, was like a comedian without a stage. This is my friend Peter's life, I guess he's alright!