I've got nothing again. Nothing at all to say that would be of interest to the outside world. I have school in the morning and I am up typing on a blog that 7 people seem to follow at half past midnight, for what reason I don't know. And for what?
Explosive dookie cramp. I can't stop pooping. That is what my life has become.
This took a bad turn at the start.
Here is a picture of some chickens I hung out with in the Virgin Islands two weeks ago.
and one more pic...... of what Star Wars would have looked like if Jesus had played Han Solo.
I call it "Carbonite Jesus".