Its bullshit.
Its just so bad.
I took a small break, only updating once last week, about how I was going to drop my art class - I did, by the way - but even then I didnt tell anyone about it, and didnt mention it in the update column.
I've returned though, with some bad ideas that Im going to model into decent humour.
Why now, though?
Well, here's the explination about the timing of my triumphant return:
George W. Bush has threatened to bomb me in a pre-emptive strike. He's given me a 24 hour warning before the army of the united states of america will bomb me using tactical missile guidance systems
(so advanced that we can obliderate me, and leave Thomas - a true american - unharmed) at a time of their choice.
So I says to George, I says "What the hell are you talking about?"
His answer was pretty simple, unless you really think about it. Apparently, Im a threat to national security, according to US intelligence I am planning on making a page filled with falsehoods about the US military's future plans on bombing me (apparently Im not telling their side of the story).
Bush is such an evil bastard. In a failed attempt to cause me emotional pain, he started layin the smack down on my sister:
