Gregarkhov taunted me over the internet.

Gregarkhov taunted me over the internet. He would post his scandalous remarks on my pages then delete them moments later. His young ladies in trenchcoats gave me knowing looks whe

n Grergarkhov published on my Spacebook with the advert: "Testing for HIV. It's not a virgin thing." His trenchcoated bimbo teenyboppers were hounding me at the Dunkin Donuts.

If that wasn't hounding enough, old man Gizzard released the hounds next door. Those dogs began drooling in a circle around me and began what appeared to be dry humping my

briefcase filled with top secret documents and my packed lunch. The briefcase had been given to me by my Aunt Velma before she died of colon cancer

, the same with my lunch. I decided not to eat it, and instead I went to

the Creation Museum. I like to look at the Adam and Eve statues, I try to look under their fig leaves, that makes me giggle. That is, until they asked me to leave just because

be upset but he seemed oddly into it. A couple weeks later a friend directed me to a YouTube link. "Oh no" I thought. The link was titled: Village Idiot Whips out Privates. It had

a thumbnail of Bush Jr. pissing on a cop car. I pushed play on the Youtube video and Bush Jr. outruns the cops with his pants around his ankles. He pukes and says, "Energize Me"

What else is there to say about this saga?Not much, but let me leave you with last bit of advice:One in the hand is worth two of the Bush. Something we all now understand too well.