"So you don't have any family?" I asked as I furiously made notes on the phenomenon that is known as...
GUFFSON
My name is Dan and I have acquired and unhealthy addiction to Guffson. She has the life story of a Godess, the looks of an earthworm and the name of a... well... a Guffson. I am interviewing her so that I can bring her information to the police but that just an excuse. I do it because I love it.
"I was raised by a pack of wolves and educated by Nanny. Not very well (might I add)," she screamed.
"Why are you screaming?" I retaliated.
"Because I can."
"Ok"
Guffson is always awkward. I hate it but the silence is so satisfactory.
"I can still remember when I was just a baby, my mother tried to put me in the bin. I was rescued my wolves." She said,now at normal volume.
"That was over 68 years ago, Guffson. Are you sure?"
"Yes"
"Who's Nanny?"I asked.
"My pink and purple, pig protecting, proudly pooping, pension picking, pipe passing PAL. She was my only family."
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My Name is Guffson - The Interview
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