YES!Ah.. but that is unrealistic now, for I am a doomed man. Yes, I am finally comfortable and situated in an American holding facility. I've felt so naked without my laptop(dude, it was a Dell). I was forced to leave it behind as I put forth every effort possible to escape with my life, and I did. You are all probably wondering just how I am typing to you this evening. Well, in a secret plea bargain for minor luxuries to get me through to my appearance before the international court, they have bestowed upon me, another laptop. As well as a copy of the new Harry Potter book(I love that little guy!) and a bottle of Glo, the new fragrance by J.Lo. "No way in hell," you say? You silly infidels. You don't know this "Uncle Sam" as well as you think. Here is a picture of me being, how you Americans say, orally molested.
I think these people could have been just a little more kind as to not allow photos of me like this be released. Oh well, it could be worse. They could have tied me to the back of a truck and let celebrating Iraqis ride on me, or let them slap my face with their filthy sandals. At any rate, it is time for me to take a mexican shower and go to sleep. You have not heard the last from me, fat fucks.