Decoy King. Strat master. Girl Taker.

I like to think about how long the universe had to expand, how many stars had to explode, how many atoms and molecules had to come together and interact, how many millions and billions and trillions of years for the chance and odds for whatever happened to inevitably lead to, whether intentionally or accidentally, intergalactic climates shifts in such a way to form our galaxy, to form our star, to form our planet, to form our atmosphere, to form our surroundings, to form our kind, our brains, our electrical impulses and chemical composition, to form us as we know ourselves today, to lead to cultural shift and evolution, to lead to the development of technology, to lead us to this moment in time, this one giant conclusion to the greatest story that has ever been and may ever be told, to climax to the point in one human's life that results in that human forming what we know today as the Twerk.