Catholic and Enjoying It!
Even as I lay on my bed of suffering, struck down by a futuristic bioweapon no doubt concocted in the laboratories of my enemies, suckups and minions continue to flock to my banner! It all reminds me of… a song I heard recently by a man who is fast becoming a sort of poet laureate or troubadour of the Dark Lord lifestyle I live here in the fastnesses of my Fortress of Solitude. My slaves and lackeys, I give you Mr. Jonathan Coulton:
Sniff. Somebody who really knows how I feel! Sob!
By the way, I’m back (unless my shadowy enemies strike me down with another bioweapon). However, as is always the case after flu, tons of work and catchup to do.
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