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I'm questioned a lot. Sometimes by the police and I swear I didn't do it. Other times by my doctor and I still don't know where those bruises came from. Another time I was questioned by the media, but I really had no idea she wasn't 18. I was even questioned by the DHS but I really didn't have anything to do with those missing WMDs. Recently, I've been questioned about a lesser known nickname I use: D-Bone. This time I have an answer and it's quite simple.

Some people have a party shirt. Others have a party beer cup. Some people have party underwear. Some people wear a party hat. Some people have a party joke. Some really lucky people have a party birthday suit. I have a party name. It's D-Bone. Nice to meet you.

Quite honestly, very few of you have ever been introduced to D-Bone in the flesh as he's very picky about who he associates with, so I can understand if you're just now hearing of him for the first time. He can usually be found where people are having a good time without the bullshit. If you have met him before, consider yourself lucky. He's a fun guy and I don't mean a mushroom. (Fun guy… fungi. Like a mushroom. Get it? That was my party joke.)