| It is true that I am an Evil-doer with no heart or scruples. However, some of you make my life a real pleasure at moments, and I would like to thank you at this time. First and foremost, my woman. I had posted her name here but she said that she'd stop having sex with me until I removed it from this site. She suggested that I change her name everytime I write about her and that's not a bad idea. I'll take it under advisement. For this occasion, we shall call her "Lulu." My dear, you are perfection. No man could ask for better in this world and perhaps, someday, we can even share a bathroom. If you were ever vaporized by a microwave oven mishap, I would no longer have use for my eyes and I would go blind from keeping them continuously closed having nothing as beautiful as you to gaze upon. It should do wonders for my brooding... Daisy and Jordan, you guys are seriously responsible for driving my creativity, and keeping my sanity in check when it decides to venture out beyond the doggie door. Thanks for indulging my weirdness, and supporting my comic-writing fantasies. Killer Tomato- what can I say that hasn't already been said? You are WISE, and your wisdom is only exceeded by your mystery. Well, not so much a mystery to me, as much as it is to everyone ELSE you talk to. Thanks for being an unbiased level-headed perspective in my sphere of IRreality. YOu are consistent, as well as a myriad of other qualitites that I admire. Please excuse me for a moment now while I remove my tongue from your ass. To my imaginary friend Lupe, thank you for sending me email when nobody else would (hatemail doesn't count,) remembering my birthday, and for making me feel pretty. You are the best imaginary illegal alien friend a guy could ever make up. I could write pages upon pages about the endless list of people that irk me on a fairly regular basis. I won't waste any time on it here, since I have the Wasteland for any attacks I want to make on you publicly. Die slowly, bitches. |
| The Bell tolls for thee! |
| You can leave now if you wanna |
| What were you expecting, more comedy? |