User:Dr. Frohman

About me
"Y'know what I call those flying ships that drop of soldiers? TROOPER POOPERS! "-- Gordon Frohman

The Frohman story
Does anyone wanna hear the story of how a gambler found light in his darkest times? Then sit back, relax, and read.

It was the night of December 20th, 2002; I was walking down Burlesque street in Algonquin, LC.

It was raining, and I was wearing my blue raincoat that I had won in a radio contest, so it was pretty famous, I was on my way to the train station to meet a girl named Lilane, one the of prettiest girls I laid my eyes on in quite a while, but the rain started to pick up really heavily, and one of my raincoat shoulders was torn, and I was getting fairly wet; so I stopped inside a bar.

I think it was called "Jane's Pub" so I thought to myself: "Hmm, well no point in just askin' for water", so I decided to have a few beers. But I got drunk, really drunk, and decided to leave.

I wandered around the city, and somehow ended up on top of Rotterdam Tower! It was there, just as I was about to jump, that I saw a white light, and I saw something, It was Five Dog himself! He promised me salvation and that he would save my life as long as I promised that I would never drink again, unless it was in a contest that I promised I would win.

Therefore, I have never drank again, or at least gotten so buzzed that I couldn't drive.

Sincerely, G. Frohman.