Who am I?

One time when I was 17 I thought it would be cool to throw paintballs at my friend's car who drove parrallel along side me on the highway. He swerved and they went on two wheels for a good 50 ft. Another time I came up with the bright idea of building a pipe RPG bomb. We set it off at Ambers place and it went into the neighbors yard leaving a trail of smoke engulfing the entire neighborhood (got that one of film!) Another time I dressed up as a woman and layed in bed with Joe Hamblin pretending to have a cold for a cough syrup commerical. I also attended a white trash prom held in the backyard of a middle class suburban neighbore hood. It was equipt with a broken down 1956 Cadillac and oil pans laying everywhere. Then there was the time I had a car full of friends and decided to follow a white rabbit into a field. We ended up stuck up to the tires in mud and it took us a good hour or so to get out. Needless to say we were all covered in mud. One time I called Margaret a yeast infection. I was in the back-seat of the car with my usual crew going on no sleep for two days. It was funny. I also called Amber a bitch really loud in biology one day. Everyone looked at us. I think it's fun to make an ass out of yourself. I particularly get a chuckle when thinking about the times of the standard mini-van. I was only 16 but this was the car of all cars. I could drive that car around with all my friends in it and raise havoc on Waco every single weekend of our random highschool exsistance. I was the man! Who am I ? I am Justin. Creater of exciting fun and lovliness. I felt like putting spaces between my paragraphs today. Not sure why. Maybe it looks neater. I should tidy up my closet. It's truly a catastophy. I went to Walmart. Walmart is evil. I think it might be the devil in disguse. You go in with one thing in mind and come out spending more money than you thought you would. I'm a sucker for bargains and fireworks. Walmart should sell firworks. I really cannot spell very well either. ok bye