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Long ago before the man existed, a goaty looking dinosaur lay an egg on top of a mountain on a secluded island in Canada. The dinosaur never lived to see it hatch as a great winter fell upon the land and all above its crust was frozen solid, killing off all forms of life....

Thousands of years later, aliens entered the atmosphere of earth to study its species and found the fossiled egg and took it aboard their spaceship for some probing. They extracted some DNA and figured out that this was an acient species that no longer exsisted on the planet, so they decided to mutate it in to human form and clone what it should look like.

The test was a sucess to a point but no matter what they tried they could not give any colour to the new species hair, or make it look less wrinkly, knowing it looked old no matter what they tried, they took some DNA from another speicies named intex, and injected the clone with some of its more promising attributes.

This was all in the hope that a further test would be sucessful, that was to see if this mutated goaty looking cloned human being with white hair could actually breed and carry on producing more of its kind.

They named the creature "LOST" after the name of their experiment called "Laughing Off Socks Test" albeit it was for fun, they decided to plant Lost in the city of Toronto to see if he could suceed on his mission, they sent a minder to keep an eye on him, Bugga was to help Lost in his transactions of becoming an international playboy and reproduce his kind, guide him where ever possible to achieve this as it was plain to see that alone he would stand no chance of chatting up any of the female species. bugga was also to report all finding back to the mothership.

Dressed in white flares and a tight white shirt with HUGE collars, Big flatform shoes, Lost found himself along with Bugga teleported to the doors of a shifty looking bar in the side alleys of Toronto.

"Remember if you need me I am here. Are you ready for your mission?" asked Bugga, Lost nodded his head as bugga followed him through the doors of bar......

Lost journed through the 'Path' of Toronto, seeking victims of the female gender to practice his playboy techniques. He was careful in his selection, since he needed a very unusual female type for his first attempt. Perferably one who was blind, deaf and mute, since that would incease his odds of success to at least 8.12%.

Stalking along in his platform shoes, he sounded like a herd of redneck kloggers at the county fair. Women avoided him, easily since he stood out, even though he thought his was the perfect disquise.

Finally his eyes rested on a perfect speiciman. She wasn't blind, deaf or mute, but she was the next best thing! She was blonde!

Slithering up to her, he carefully fired his opening salvo. "Good afternoon miss, care to bear my children?"

It was apparent that Lost had not perfected his international playboy skills. Asking to bear a his children was only acceptable in states where 98% of the male population is named Bubba. But for a brief moment he thought he might have acheived success. But then the blonde blanked out, and rushed off when she saw there was a sale on tight sweaters. Lost, dejected, stomped over to the nearest pet store and talked to a dog, who was probably more his speed anyway. Due to the nature of this site, modesty prevents me from recording what later transpired between Lost and the dog, after they went out for drinks and dinner. Needless to say, the dog is not talking about it and is very embarrased that she went with Lost to begin with. But there is at least one very ugly puppy named Lost Jr, wandering the streets of Toronto. We can only hope it doesn't continue to breed.

I only want to inject one thing into story line at this moment........

I WAS NOT THE BLONDE



but omg, who could add anythig more after slayne anyway....lmao, that pretty much summed it all up

Bugga shook his head in disssapointment and wondered how on earth he was going to explain to his peers that Lost and a dog was the first result.

Suddenly a panic came over him, it was his job to guide Lost, and Bugga realised he had his work cut out

very good Nidi!!!!!!!!

I will keep my comment to my self but lost would be happy with any woman rather blond or what hmmmmmmmmmm wounder what he does with his dog