laguna

Well, well, well. Here I am again. Not too much has changed since the last update. The new religion ended disasterously, I'm afraid. I was locked in an attic with nothing but a loin cloth woven from pull and peel twizzlers, a chainsaw and the theme from Good Times playing constantly in my head, as my followers-turned-zombie-hoard attempted to feast upon my smooth (almost dainty) flesh. Do you know the time and effort one must put forth to get skin not unlike a baby's ass? Fourty-two. That's how much. Suffice it to say I've survived another ill concieved idea and once again, the wrath of a vengeful god. That makes like nineteen gods I've pissed off so far. Oh well. Here's to 20!