RIP MUFFIN FACTORY

As the muffins in the oven were ready to be infused with the bluberry residiue I was dancing with the corpse of a certain gravy covered flamingo. My life started when I was born in a dumpster to a half-breed dog/yetti man. After the birth I was then sold to a scientist for two bottles of sweet and sour sauce and a spoonful of salt. From this point on I lived a life of solitude, my only company was the scientist which brought me my food, and my ovens.

Pain Iradlac > where the hell did you guys come up with muffinmen?
cHeRrY MuFfInMan > while cranberry was eating breakfast
cHeRrY MuFfInMan > he shoved the muffin up his ass and called himself a muffinman
cHeRrY MuFfInMan > and poof the muffinfactory was born