It looks like things are coming to a head soon, my American pets. Although the United Nations is split, the United States will have it's way no matter what, so either way I'm toast. Or should I say: "Saddam, it's what's for dinner!" ... Tough crowd. Anyways, it looks like I've got around two weeks or so before the bombs and shrapnel flies. Oh but I assure you I will not die. I won't do it. I'll pull an Osama and disappear from public eye for a while, and then make my comeback. Word on the sand dunes is that my sons are also being targeted for assassination. America will be brought to it's knees before I am removed from existance, I assure you.
On a lighter note, I purchased these fab sandals at a local thrift market:
The price was.. let's just say it was a steal. Hehe. I know you want my new lady-killer footwear. I think I am.. how you Americans say, pimp. Well, I must depart. My mothers in law are in town. Nag, nag, nag. "My daughter is in jail because of you!" Boo Hoo. You swear like you've never lost a daughter to jailrape before. When you have a real problem, come back and see me. Yeah, shut up.