I like to call the relationship between myself and my sanity... "Slipping" or a "Love-Hate relationship". It's not that I don't enjoy the benefits of being sane, such as not being in a straight-jacket, or not being associated with Scientology. It's just that when I want to ride a pink unicorn-Pegasus into space and survive the ordeal, my sanity is always holding me back. It's quite the party crasher.
General Sanity : For starters, my sanity has always been slightly insane.I started to notice this when I brutally bludgeoned Rumple Stiltskin to death on my eighth birthday. Oh what a wondrous occasion that was. And I even inadvertently saved some political lady's baby in the process. I also noticed my lacking sanity once again while playing Candy Land and understanding what the fuck was going on... Seriously, have you tried to do that? Not easy.
Is That Real? : Probably not. I've got more imaginary friends than frickin' Donnie Darko. Yeah, he thinks he's so special, that he has an imaginary friend in a bunny suit and that he's been chosen by unknown astral forces to save this dimension. That happens to me every night, buddy!
The /b/ Effect : I have gone on /b/ and was not offended, I understood most of what was going on, and I didn't want to immediately close the browser after more than ten seconds of exposure. 'Nuff said.
The Serial Murderer Agenda : I surprisingly don't have one... Yet.
Vuvuzelas : They actually don't bother me. Am I certifiably insane yet?
Your Family :Was quite tasty. Is safe at home, do not worry.
Now, how to tell if YOU'RE insane! If you enjoyed this review or can also understand what the hell is going on in Candy Land.
Fun Fact! I am very disappointed in the lack of political jokes in this review... Ah, the hell with it: George W. Bush is a freakin' psycho! And probably mildly retarded.
Till' next time, my friends!
General Sanity : For starters, my sanity has always been slightly insane.I started to notice this when I brutally bludgeoned Rumple Stiltskin to death on my eighth birthday. Oh what a wondrous occasion that was. And I even inadvertently saved some political lady's baby in the process. I also noticed my lacking sanity once again while playing Candy Land and understanding what the fuck was going on... Seriously, have you tried to do that? Not easy.
Shit's Trippy.
Is That Real? : Probably not. I've got more imaginary friends than frickin' Donnie Darko. Yeah, he thinks he's so special, that he has an imaginary friend in a bunny suit and that he's been chosen by unknown astral forces to save this dimension. That happens to me every night, buddy!
The /b/ Effect : I have gone on /b/ and was not offended, I understood most of what was going on, and I didn't want to immediately close the browser after more than ten seconds of exposure. 'Nuff said.
The Serial Murderer Agenda : I surprisingly don't have one... Yet.
Vuvuzelas : They actually don't bother me. Am I certifiably insane yet?
Your Family :
Now, how to tell if YOU'RE insane! If you enjoyed this review or can also understand what the hell is going on in Candy Land.
Fun Fact! I am very disappointed in the lack of political jokes in this review... Ah, the hell with it: George W. Bush is a freakin' psycho! And probably mildly retarded.
Till' next time, my friends!
