Floating Beans

floatingbeans web page about Hi all! It's me FloatingBeans, better known as John Marcus David Peterson Adolphus William Johnson Davidson. I'm a former priest now working in a MCDonalds. On the side, I work in a steel refinery. In this economy, even 3 jobs can barely afford taking care of you and your 7 kids. Now, you may be wondering, how did I get 7 whole kids? It all starts in 1976, Florida (right after my service ended). My grandfather was a well-known bank robber in the area. He was a sick and twisted man, also commonly known as "the average floridian". He used to secretly work in construction during the day, and robbed banks in the night. He was like evil batman. He had 3 sons, Larry, Darry and Marry. Each of them had 2 sons, making 6 grandsons in total, I was the oldest of them by 15 years. Eventually all three brothers died in a car accident, making me the legal parent of my 6 cousins. Now you may be wondering? Where did the other 2 sons come from? I'd like to keep that private. Many have called my life story simply a piece of humor, but I am a real person with a Floridian grandfather. After all my sons turned 13 years old, I went to the Phillipians to travel. Unfortunately, I was deported at the airport because I 'didn't have a visa'. What a bunch of commies. I am writing this from a phone I sneaked in into this commie jail. Atleast they have basketball. The nation of US has refused to let me enter, so i'm stuck here forever. I didn't serve in Vietnam for this shit. YES THIS IS A REAL STORY FOR ALL YOU AI-LOVING DOUBTERS. THIS IS MY STORY AND I WON'T LET YOU RUIN IT. UPDATE: GOT OUT OF JAIL!!! Here is the continuation of my bio: Hi all, it's me, FloatingBeans, also known as Mr. Drywall and John Steel. I've come to create this webpage as a monument to my success in the Old Zealand ice-fishing space. As a young child growing up in the young child growing up in the growing up... in the early 1480s, I always dreamed of going ice, but I never had the money nor the money to do it. But one day, things changed. You see, I came into the possession of a small time auto shop where I spent most of my hours collecting small parts from my customer's vehicles. You see, cars come with a lot of extra nuts and bolts, which you can remove without any immediate consequence. Whether they're necessary or not is not at all important to me as a business owner. If anything, it will have them coming right back to my shop. Anyway, I made enough money selling loose bolts and nuts from former customer's vehicles that I was able to book a plane ticket down to the deep south. So--wait, hold the flipping phone! I said I was going to the land of the fins to go ice fishing, so why the heck am I going to the deep south??? Well, I got confused, and I thought Florida was Finland. Big whoop. This set me back about 5 years from my dreams of becoming a professional ice fisherman in the ice fishing leagues. After my misadventures in Florida, I narrowly escaped that godforsaken hellhole with the clothes on my back and two cents in my pocket. Fishing aside, ever since i started eating cement, i've changed as a person. Drywall is the beauty of life, how it crumbles in your mouth as you chew on it. Have you ever seen flowers? They are nothing but beans covered in industrial paint. That's how I feel. I've always felt a sense of joy; for i scrape rainwater off of ceiling popcorn. What if ceiling popcorn is actually microwave popcorn? That's what my research paper is about. I am 143 of age and my best friend is drywall. I live in a steel beam 400m away from the old zealand city center. My hobbies are working in a steel refinery. My job is none. I never liked lorum ipsum as default text, it's too latin for me, what if we used drywall as default text? That's how asbestos changed my life. My insulation not only looks like cotton candy, it is cotton candy. If anyone is interested please contact me at drywall@drywall.drywall on my email or on my phone number at +109-123-456-700. I am a proud user of drywall cement and asbestos, for it brings me inner peace.