Dear Jehovah, Allah, Zeus, Ganesha, Jesus/Baby Jesus, Robin Williams. So I get that its been a celestial feast of belly chuckles for all of you to have me break a tiny bone in my foot and subsequently leading to me being on crutches for 12 weeks. I can understand that all the other spectacles of wonderment in the world pale in comparison to the slapstick genius of me trying to get dressed in the morning. A sunrise over the Galapagos tree line, dull. A mother panda feeding her newborn, boring. Two Red American Indians in the same place, unique but hardly noteworthy. So there were no hard feelings when I was knocked unconscious, spiced open, foot re-broken, bolted together again and selotaped back together. Honestly Ive been more than happy to play along but Ive come up with a slight more universally agreeable accord. What if, and this is just an idea, when I go to the hospital on Friday they DONT put another cast on me. True, I am amassing quite an impressive collection and could probably use the limited issue Hannah Montana comfort support but Im prepared to forgo the complete set in the name of prosperity. I will make a deal with you. If you promise not to have those monstrous medical types recast me then I promise to remove the video me and Jade Goody from Fleshtube. Its just that i really, really, really have to get to get to Australia as soon as possible as I have the most impressive pair of shorts ever conceived by Jean Paul Gaultier. They come with a built in leg burning system and everything. Not to mention i have a lot of work to do down under and another cast is really not helping my flight plans. Your Truly JiggyPeg1892 PS if you could bump me up to Business class that would be awesome.
Posted on: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 20:26:40 +0000