The last name of my junior-high gym teacher who made me run laps because my uniform got smoke-damaged when my house burnt down?

You should know I've been subjected to special mind rays that may have erased any such knowledge as it may relate to XPT. Like a reversible elective selective lobotomy.

So, if say two girls met with Jeff at the AVN just before I signed up here, and if round-mound-of-rebound of the two may have performed unspeakable acts upon the dearly departed ChickenMaster, I would never be able to know, process or remember any of that. Such is the sad state of my being.