Scratch that...

I was sooooo dead wrong. There is one thing that had the ability to ruin my oldies love. And it has done just that. I shoulda known when I came in from my Pizza Hut break, and turned on the Maze that I'd have to face something because I was too damn happy and feeling way too much love. That eeevil something that has kilt my beautiful, sexy, oldies filled day is none other than The Cramps (BOOO). Remember my petition to make The Cramps synonymous with Temporary Insanity? Well yeah. I'm back on the campaign trail. Because no one should have to be in this much pain and be forced to make rational decisions, or act like they got some sense. The Cramps is real, folks. Watch ya back. In light of my impending retardation and bad judgement I make the following declaration:

Imperial Declaration

I, The Sole Monarch of this here Imperial Kingdom on the Westside of the West Coast, hereby excuse my damn self from making any large grandiose decisions. I also excuse myself in the event I'm required to any of the following: kick someone dead in they ass, bust someone in the mouth, slap anyone upside the head, roll over anyone's big toe with my car, flip someone the bird, and cuss ferociously (meaning more that I do already so shut up) for the next 7 days. I excuse everyone from my presence to henceforth prevent idiots from F'ing with me knowing that I'm borderline homicidal. Should a random idiot chose to stay in my path, I hereby excuse myself from all responsibility for whatever action I must take to rid myself of said idiot, including but not limited to: The Greatest Hits of Genesis/Phil Collins, verbal abuse, beatdown by aluminum softball bat, and all other forms of heinous bodily harm. Lets see, I think that's all. Since I'm so very pissed off now, and in an enormous amount of pain with no drugs to speak of, I'm going on another, unscheduled, nigga-riffic break. I don't care if I'm acting ghetto. All dissidents and infidels can Kiss My Ass, So What. I don't care. BLAH. I'm going to the empty store room with my box cutter (in case someone is waiting there for me) if anyone needs me. Bye.