The homunculus 'Micktrimble' was hatched in 'No Hope' hospital, Sutton Coldfield in spring '74. As Sutton Coldfield was slowly dying, the homunculus' progenitors put their creation into a rocket and fired it at nearby Erdington. A primitive place, but it was thought that the creature would blend in; his talents hidden. He spent his young life endlessly doodling and honing his skills at moaning. At the end of his first instar, he spawned two more homunculi. He is now shedding his skin ready for his second instar and sketching childish doodles for publication in journals for similarly weak-minded fools.
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Up the Villa!
Best hungover Sunday ever.
Cherry: Up the Villa, indeed! Shit on the City!
Kid vicious: Welcome to the fold!It was good, unfortunately, it led to a hungover Monday as well!
I had to behave on Sunday - I managed to tie the derby in with my birthday hangover. What a remedy!
I haven't warmed to the badge any. It's shit.
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