This was written on my wipeboard last night:

This is the story of Conan. He smells like grapenuts. Sometimes he hangs out by the Junior High and scouts for ass. This is gross. Regardless, Conan went on to become a junior member in the republic of Conania (I think that's what it says) and currently is married with four hundred children whom he does not fully appreciate. I like corn dogs and soda.

-Mr. Hamb(scribble scribble - I think its supposed to be Hamburger)

Under this I wrote: Someone is drunk and likes to write.