DO NOT RESUSCITATE

My funny has temporarily fled my skinny, cancerous little arian self, much as a reptile may crawl forth from the hole-home it has carved within the broadside of a deer carcass in order to find vegetables to supplement its diet and mice to rape to soothe the truly massive randy british horniness which shakes its tiny lizard body with a diabetic's regularity.
a.k.a., go read some other freak's journal you excruciatingly stimulating internet-capable anglo-saxons!

P.S. I say anglo-saxons because you are only allowed to read this journal if you are a member of one of the Germanic peoples who invaded England in the 5th century, A.D. And if you aren't, then GO TO HELL YOU GODDAMNED ENGLISH WHORE.