Toledo. Crap and Heaven. Before I bleed to

Toledo. Crap and Heaven. Before I bleed to death, I would like to tell my tale. It begins in a sinkhole near

Toledo, the place where harsh religious persecutions were held against the Jews by the Visigoths. It was a Visigoth what got me from behind down an alley with a axe. I'd done NOTHI

and now his brother POTHI wanted to have me also. He explained it to me in his guttural Gaulish sing-song lilt that they shared everything. "Well you're not going to share me", I

warned in an equally lilting timbre. I escaped POTHI and his brother when they were too busy politely trying to allow the other to take the lead in the pursuit of me. Cracks in the

Ass, that's what they were, and just about as bright, too. I left a note to POTHI and his brother, telling them that I was going to Greece, then boarded a plane to Vancouver. They

were a little confused when they read my note, but decide not to follow me. They wasted no time in letting my room out, and I later heard that both POTHI and his brother exploded

John had always wondered why God had named a universe Wanda, but God had never been forthcoming on the issue. His sense of humor was impeccable, however. He'd once tried to play

Spin the bottle with Thor, and the bottle smashing created the universe. The milky way is just a yoghurt stain God painted in a dodgy place to make all the heads of Cerberus laugh

at his funny joke. Finally he had unlocked the key to end of the world so he can jump off. Now he just had one step and he had won until his enemy pushed him out of the way and won