The beginning of time

In the beginning there was God and his words and all that stuff you've already heard about. That's a good story, and since every good story begins with Binzer he must have been the word. God said "Let there be light, Binzer and Oreos", and it was done by some Polish craftsmen.
Although this might be the truth the legend of Binzer is told to be begun 14th of Movember, 1996. A little miracle came to see the light of a scary industrial hospital. Finally his spirit could after many years of homelessness with nothing to do but flying around making people happy and pushing evolution to the limit find it's home in a blond little boy. Binzer is finally here.
My personal story begins with Binzer, and boy is it a good story.
Even before the two spirits of ours were impersonalized our mothers met and rubbed their bellies against each other and ever since Binzer and I have been friends. We went to daycare together from 1997-1999. Here we ate together and threw food at each others faces.
From 1999-2001 we went to kindergarden together. This was the place I used his brand new handcuffs to tie him to a bench just to leave him there for some time. It was also the place where he threw a brick at my face.
From 2001-2006 we were in the same class at school. With his mom working late and no dad in the house he had to stay at our house for three days a week for a year or two.
In 2006 I left him at the school to find a new school out of town. However in 2010 we had our confirmation together even with the same chef and menu for the party.
Ever since we have been like sister and brother. We've been together 2-3 times a week, and his house is like mine, a place where the other one can come and go as pleased.
Binzer is also the only person calling me up in the evening asking what my plans for Wednesday morning is, offering a perfect breakfast before school, when his mom is out of town for a week.