Not dead. Just resting.

I said almost an update a week, right? Right?

Oh. It's Gravity.

Gravity only gets you down.

Tastes Like Chicken.

You know what freedom tastes like? Chicken. Yeah. I was surprised too, but who am I to complain? This is some goooood chicken.

As you've probably already guessed, I can't think of anything to write about. Somehow, though, I felt like I had to post something here.

So. Yeah.

You know what's better than having freedom? Being able to gloat about it.

HAHA, I'M FREE AND YOU'RE NOT!

Ahem.

Too Much Pie.

Too much pi leads to a large circumference.

No one really wants to be taught how to fish.

Light a man a fire and he'll be warm for the night. Light a man afire and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.