Today I got so fucked up that I decided that I was a skittle. I made friends with Luther Cobblebritches after someone apparently cleaned him mamma's ass. He was so appreciative, that he brought over 3 full sheets of blotter acid and after about 5 hits I became (at least in my own mind) "skittle man" as you can see in the photograph below.

This wasn't just a crazy play session. I literally battled the likes of "Marathon John," "Sam Snickers," and those little fucking M&M's guys. I'm going to tell you (in case you didn't already know) - those are some crazy mother-fuckers. We beat them like the bitches they were, though. Anyway, while this photograph may look funny to some, I want to make clear that we were celebrating a victory over the once mighty Mike and Ike.......



It is not something I am proud of. I am certain that I have not been molested in any way, but all of my goldfish crackers and apple juice are missing (but my grits are still here). Maybe I should just leave well enough alone and act like nothing ever happened......