A brief history of my family

Yes yes, we're the Binklebottom family. I was born in 1993, to a square-cut slize of pizza father who cleaned the halls of hospitals and a receptionist mother who just so happened to be a bunny rabbit. So, naturally, I was born a raccoon, and I lived a nice childhood.

I was baptized in the holy doughnut glaze and went to a daycare where I learned all about the holy poly doughnut himself. We ate doughnuts as his skin and drank strawberry milk that represented his icing. Though I did go through a rebellious stage in my middle teen years where I worhsipped the evil cake doughnut, I have since matured and am back to worshipping the holy poly doughnut.

When I was twenty, my dad suffered a cardiac arrest due to a clogged pepperoni, and he died. It has been eight years since then, and my mom has married a new who is younger than I am. His name is Zayveighyour, and yes, it's spelled that way, his parents are from Utah.

Zayveighyour is a handsome young pineapple, and as a gay man, I do find him quite attractive, but I respect my boundaries.

I myself have dated many of men, ranging from soda (both diet and non-diet, because I'm not a bigot), another raccoon who was too shy to really go anywhere with, a doughnut who I later found out was mentally ill and truly believed he was the holy poly doughnut. I still communicate with him, and he's stable now, and I wish him the best.

Overall, I'm a simple man, I'm a happy man.

I hope you've enjoyed this story of my life and family.
Holy Poly Doughnut bless you