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Don't let the bastards get you down, or "Up up and away in my beautiful balloon" |
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I have a big bouncy balloon that I carry in the trunk of my car. It never gives me trouble. I travel around the world with it. Sometimes I get stuck at customs. None of my family understands me. Sometimes I dream about balloons in the shape of a cube. This has never been satisfactorily accomplished. Seems to me it wouldn't be so hard. |
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More about fathers who are unfairly being sought by the government |
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More about me and my balloons! |
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These are my children. God bless em. They don't understand my balloon and make fun of me behind my back in Thaiwanese (which by the way I don't understand). That's OK though. They come with me all over the world. I want them to understand foreign cultures and try different foods than we have here. Little Jeff (on the right) came up with the idea with which I made my fortune. Please don't take them away from me. |
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I hate my government and all it represents!!! |
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Why can't I have a normal relationship with a woman? Of course, I had a wife (obviously, or where did the kids come from?). When my cube balloon idea takes off (as it were ha ha) they'll come a'runnin. Towards me. Look at all the people in love. I dream of Armageddeon sometimes. All the lovers stuck here on earth whilest the unencumbered ones fly up to be with the divine. I like those dreams! |
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Look at my balloon again! |
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This is what the weather is like where my exwife lives. That's all the more information that I'm allowed by law to tell about her. She can't know where I'm at or she'll take the boys away. |
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