Ever been stepped on, pushed back vigorously, dumped on the sidelines, flipped away as a form of grievances, a burden, unless you're furry, then we're alike. I may not be human, but I have feelings, humans made me but no, I'm not a baby. I'm the artificial concept of humanity, oh, I also have a foot fetish! Me name is Gerald Greantea but certainly not the drink, and I am just another carpet.All Rights Reserved