This morning, I woke up to an email from a friend.

“I’m not going to get up in the morning without Perry Stone.”

“I think Perry Stone is going to be the first person to hear this,” he wrote.

He had just received his first email, a reply to a friend, who had a similar message for him.

It was a message that had been sitting on his computer for a while, one that had caught his attention.

“My friend is like, ‘Why is Perry Stone naked?'” he says.

“He’s like, I’m not really interested in Perry Stone, but he’s got the whole world in his head.

He’s like this really smart guy, and it’s all in his heads.

I was like, what the hell?”

In other words, he was looking for the answer to a question he had been asking himself for a long time.

The answer was simple: I am.

And that’s because Perry Stone was born Perry Smith, the world’s first naked human.

And it wasn’t just his nakedness that made him so unusual: his story is also one of survival and change, of a man who made it through the harshest conditions and challenges and was brave enough to live to tell the tale.

The most obvious thing to know about Perry Smith is that he was born with a cleft lip, which he lost at the age of three.

His lips had grown to such a size that he could barely see the rest of his face.

When he was four, Perry was put on a diet of cheese and rice and peanut butter, to make him thin enough for the iron-rich clay.

He grew his own hair.

He ate a lot of cheese.

He drank a lot.

He never got tired.

His parents had been through hell and back in the family had seen everything.

And, finally, he had found what he was meant to be.

The family settled in the mining town of Tingay, a small town on the north-western edge of the state of Victoria, in the Kimberley, about a 50-minute drive from Perth.

But Perry was already a very good miner, having done work for gold and iron mines all over Australia.

In the late 1920s, Perry had a falling out with his father and his mother.

They were divorced and he was sent to live with his uncle and his aunt in the remote town of Port Hedland.

But when he got there, he found the whole community there, a group of older men and women, was very different to his own.

They didn’t seem to understand the importance of Perry Smith’s work.

“There was no work,” he remembers.

“They had a few things they wanted to do, but nothing really.”

Perry’s uncle found a job as a miner at a local gold mine.

“You would go to work, and you would get paid a few dollars, and then you would come back to your family home,” he says, recalling how the job paid a lot more than he expected.

“So I started to look around for something else to do.”

That’s when he decided to go back to Tinga to work at a copper mine.

But that’s not all.

He was told that he had a talent that would allow him to make a name for himself in the gold industry.

He decided to try and make the most of his opportunity.

“At the time, mining was a lot like other jobs,” he explains.

“Mine managers, they didn’t really care about people’s skin color.

They would hire people who were of good physical condition, and they would get the same kind of pay.

At the age to be a gold miner, Perry took up the task of mining copper. “

If you look at it now, I don’t think I would have done that, because I would be like, you’re a real bad person, you shouldn’t have done it.”

At the age to be a gold miner, Perry took up the task of mining copper.

At age 18, he and his uncle met a boy called Peter, who was a keen amateur.

“It was about three years after that, when I was doing the copper mine, that I got a call from a company called Copper Mining Co.,” Perry remembers.

He didn’t understand why they called him Copper Mining, but Peter was there.

“And I went, ‘Yeah, I got this phone call from Copper Mining saying, ‘Hey, we got a boy here named Perry Smith who can mine copper,'” Perry says.

They had a meeting in the mine, and Perry was excited to learn that he would be working for the company.

But he also didn’t think that he’d get a lot out of the job.

“No, I didn’t