Very little is known about Bill Y but that’s only because I don’t want you to know. I was hatched in a Eastern European country where music was not allowed and that’s why the radio stations played Bon Jovi 24/7. We had no money so I used to draw numbers on pieces of paper and convince myself that I was rich. Convincing otter people to let me pay for stuff with my abundance of self-made money wasn’t easy and what’s why I decoded to try to convince my parents that we had to leave for pastures new. It wasn’t easy because my dad had a goat and mum had 2 chickens. Even though I was only 2, I had a certain persuasive power over my folks and once they agreed to the move, I stopped crying after 57 days and 54 nights. I’ll never forget the happiest day of my young life as they handed me my passport:
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That big smile can only mean, “Hooray, I’m using my new passport to go to the Ukraine’s version of Disney World – [insert picture of a kid riding a pig].”
If I though there was a Ukrainian Disney World, I would bring my imaginary son there tomorrow!
Magical picture. That’s kinda what I look like when I manage to remember where i left my passport.
It’s a level of happiness you just can’t get back once you’ve heard that band!
This is a kid who is born to run! Or is he very excited to be roadie for Bon Jovi?
Watch it Don Dons, I see what you’re doing there!