So I said, "That's not a male prostitute, that's my wife!"
To those of you who are wondering, "Is that the best he can come up with after two and a half months?" Well... err...
I guess it's kind of cool that a cyclone was actually named Orson.
*Scratches head*
But yeah, I'm sorry. I kind of doubt this blog is going to be posted on anything resembling a normal schedule. That said, how much of me could anyone handle, anyway?
*Johnny in the front row turns into a pillar of salt*
Damn it!
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