Well, not really, for me anyway. This is a sad day for my ex-wife Martha. Her father (my ex-father in-law) was sentenced to...umm, how do you say...buy the farm? Kick the bucket? Whatever.
So sad. He really needs to learn how to do his makeup better. Doesn't want to look all ugly on the ropes, does he? Heck, I can see the family resemblance even.
I would call Martha to see how shes doing about all this, but the judge said I'll get arrested and thrown in the compost heap if I do, seriously that garden gnome with the wig on is mean, he started talking to me yesterday, and now I can't get him to shut up kinda like I could never get Martha to shut up and I could never get her stupid father to shut up, see in the portrait above he still wont shut up, at our wedding he even got up and left in the middle of the ceremony, said something about wanting pork rinds...
I like Tropicana. A lot. I luvs (<3) it. Luvs. Luvs. Luvs.
I ate a ham today. First I didnt like it that much cos when I bitted into it a lot of blood and this goopy white stuff came out, but once I got past that it was really good, but then I looked at the sky and saw a sheet with snakes...oh wait, wrong story, what really happened to me is the mailman rang the door and I went to answer it but he fell over ded cos I was naked and I forgetted about it, I don't usually shower naked after all, but the doctor said I should cos it was making the warts on my armpit worse, one day a wart even exploded when I tried to shave it, and I had to sew it up with a real strand of human hair, and that broke so I just slapped a piece of duct tape on it.
Yeah, duct tape. Works every time.
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