At the moment I am sitting in the hospital room with the bro. He's doing incredibly well at the moment and is a beautiful shade of yellow. I told him that he's the same color as my sheets at home and he told me to stop talking like an idiot.
He's getting back to normal.
We are both watching "America's Funniest Home Videos."
Jesus Christ, thank you for dying on the cross and sparking one of the Hottest fads around....slap bracelets.
I would also like to thank you for blessing America with video cameras and families and scrotums and golf balls... and the person who thought it was an entertaining idea to broadcast the chaotic happenings when all meet at the sametime.
Damn. This show cracks me up.
WHAT? ARE YOU JUDGING ME FOR LIKING AMERICA'S FUNNIEST HOME VIDEOS?
I SAID ARE YOU BITCH?!?!
YEAH, I'M TALKING TO YOU! WHO ELSE WOULD I BE TALKING TO? IT'S JUST YOU READING THIS SHIT, AIN'T IT?
FUCK YOU. I'LL TYPE IN ALL CAPS IF I DAMN WELL FEEL LIKE IT. WHAT? ARE YOU THE GOD OF GRAMMAR? I DON'T SEE NO BIRTHMARK IN THE SHAPE OF A SEMI-COLON ON YOUR FOREHEAD SAYING THAT YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE IN TERMS OF GRAMMAR.
That's what I thought.
Now excuse me, I need to go watch old women fall down and listen to babies say the most adult things because this is how I'm entertaining myself on a Friday night.
America's Funniest Home Videos, you are so crazy.
I wanna have your two headed video camera for a body baby.