Dear faithful reader,
I am not who you think I am. A small troupe of husky tap dancing gerbils have stolen my cerebrum for who knows and I am now relegated to a wheelchair, drooling all over myself. Which at times has been comforting.
My caretaker has left me in the middle of a playground, which I have likened to a battle field. Mongoloid, the children point and shout; I have never felt so sub-human. Perhaps when those dastardly rodents return my brain (I have not yet given up hope) I will stop making fun of the retards.
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