A Dream Has Died (USA update)

It's almost been a month since I moved to Scumerica and I still haven't actually accomplished that much. Only a few fat jokes have been thrown David O'Boyle's way and I've only got more angry at Andy Wheeler when he proceeded to park with his bonnet in the back of my car even though there was about 100 metres of room behind him to park. Tosser.

On another note I have received the surgery to repair my ACL so I can get back to making Eric Cantona jealous of my sKKKillzzz. So since Thursday I've been drugged up, sleeping and generally feeling sorry for myself as my morale sinks lower and lower with lack of company and jokes from Nicholas Rose. My morale sank to an all time low when I found out I wasn't getting a wheelchair after my surgery. Many have been aware of my dream to get a wheelchair blowjob like this fellow.

(we like to block out penis' at 24BC)

When I was released from the surgery with nothing but a pair of painful armpit crutches, my dream was immediately crushed.

Maybe one day...

Otherwise it's going to take me a couple of weeks before I can walk and about a month before I can drive,

so unless anybody wants to give me a lift, I won't be in Boulder for a while.