DJMrSaltyMcrone

Crawling out from the pasta bowl and raised on the island of monkeys,
One Macaroni was different from the others more penne like with an ear for sound waves and tone.
Outcast from pasta land for being different, chased and hunted by talentless rats, He danced through the hardest of times prevailed and continued to enlighten.
Macaroni danced and mixed through the spineless creative less one eyed nation.
After the tsunami that was cast from militarized weaponized weather and devastated the long lost monkey island to oblivion and nothingness.