My excuse

this is the true and unadulterated copyrighted reason why i havent posted on the blog in so long

it was shortly after the traumatic experience of showing people the temple with its fire alarm and the parthenon with its unlucky athletes and being frightened by the psychotic king around 775 times a day all while being dressed in a skirt, that i decided to enlist the help of a therapist.

he helped me overcome my anger about all the things that were missing from my trailer and told me that my return to normal everyday 770 life would be alot smoother if i stayed away from the intertubes (which whip around enormous gooey amounts of information at incredible speeds) and therefore though it broke my heart i made a conscious decision not to post on the Maccabee blog

however the change in heart took place when i was walking down eastern parkway completely innocently sipping on my mineral water and eating ohel cookies when all of a sudden out of nowhere (or maybe it was the blue) i see the Director aka dave the brave running towards me at a fantastic speed i wanted to tell him to watch out for the pole but i was too late (you know how those telephone poles sneak up on you sometimes) anyways as i was sitting there unsuccessfully trying to pop his shoulder back into its rightful socket the legend we know as dave began to sob then he leaned in close to my ear and whispered these fateful words which ill never forget he said









"dude your standing on my esophogus"

of course i immediately stepped away from the esophogus and apologized profusely but the damage was done

as the ambulance arrived i began pleading with his royal daveness for mercy i promised to get him an esophogus that was so ginormous it would more then make up for the one he had lost but the davemeister was not impressed.

the dude known as dave was not going to forgive unless i fired my therapist and immediately began writing on the blog

i was so angry and bothered that i shouted the first thing that came to my mind

which happened to be

Astigg Ka Ba?

now im not sure what that meant but i knew that it couldnt be good (especially in question form)

out of remorse i sat down and wrote my first post which is what you are reading now

(some names and places in this story have been changed to protect the people in nam with their faces in the mud, also i wanted to protect the mud cuz its great fo the complexion)