So the other day, this guy comes up to me and says "Hey Thintoast, you know that chicken that you killed with the meat cleaver last year? I think I saw that fucker still running around in a Colombian coke field last week. Yeah, I went with my son whose school sponsored a two day field trip out there. We just got back yesterday. Apparently ever since Obama has taken orifice, he's pushing some kind of immigration program where the Attorney Generals office funds random trips to Central and South American Countries for kids to get more familiar with the "undocumented workers" that are migrating their way to the states. I asked the teacher about the bazookas and m-16s that each kid was given and he said oh yeah. Don't worry. Those are undocumented firearms and the kids can trade them in for their very own undocumented worker to take home with them." I had so many questions for him. The first one, and most important being... How the hell did he know me as Thintoast?