Haha! He said Amerika is vundavah!
Well, ladies, gentlemen, and Down Syndrome havers (my dad told me to apologize to you guys... he was in a bad mood the day he made you. he said he'll look into making a holiday about you to make all of you feel better about being retarded), I'm back after major surgery on my wrists/feet. It seems I had... holes... in them. There were just holes, running right through my limbs. It was weird. But the thing is, they got badly infected and for a while I just looked like a torso with enormous slugs attached at my shoulders and hips. That is how badly infected they were.
I have, since my last entry, finally seen The Passion of the Christ, and let me just say, while the slow motion parts were well placed, I certainly do not think Jim Caviezel portrayed me accurately. For one thing, what is that nonsense language I was speaking? Asian? British? In any case, I would not have had any idea what it meant if it wasn't for those subtitles.
While I was in the hospital with my infected holes, somebody brought me a balloon that had a picture of me on the cross. I didn't know what to think. Imagine being in the hospital, and somebody bringing you a balloon with a picture of yourself getting shot in the head or beheaded. Maybe you'll understand how I felt. Luckily, I was able to recycle the mylar that the balloon is made of and bought an awesome punk rock wrist band with the money I made.
I've been listening to Rammstein a lot lately... what an amazing band.
I have, since my last entry, finally seen The Passion of the Christ, and let me just say, while the slow motion parts were well placed, I certainly do not think Jim Caviezel portrayed me accurately. For one thing, what is that nonsense language I was speaking? Asian? British? In any case, I would not have had any idea what it meant if it wasn't for those subtitles.
While I was in the hospital with my infected holes, somebody brought me a balloon that had a picture of me on the cross. I didn't know what to think. Imagine being in the hospital, and somebody bringing you a balloon with a picture of yourself getting shot in the head or beheaded. Maybe you'll understand how I felt. Luckily, I was able to recycle the mylar that the balloon is made of and bought an awesome punk rock wrist band with the money I made.
I've been listening to Rammstein a lot lately... what an amazing band.