Too busy at work, too tired, and a nutter just sent me a fun little email which quite honestly just made me not give a flying fuck.

“nba_balla9999@hotmail.com

You suck, your comic sucks, and i hope you all fall off a cliff and land on sharp pionty rocks and die”

Ah Christmas, the time for retarded lizards to use incorrect spelling, grammar and punctuation in order to…I dunno give everyone in the world a free haircut? Shit anything’s possible. I mean I got fucking engaged this year so that must prove my theory that the planet Mars is actually a giant raisin that will explode into a plethora of rainbows and gerbils and turn all of humanity in giant robots with fucking crab claws on their heads…or something.

Also I love the fact he still think it’s the 1960’s and the cold war is still raging which means being Russian is BAD…damn Commies with their…Commieness. Yeah. Still I suppose when you’ve got no chance of every being able to add 35 and 56 even with the aid of a calculator (it’s 91 btw) , you send random people emails like this. I’m guessing pissed them off sometime this year, which I don’t remember because frankly if I did I might as well try and remember what my past life was.

I hope I was a cowboy and got to ride a pretty pony. Not a horse, a PONY.

Oh well no time to play Phoenix Wright… or Ace Combat: The Belkan War…or F.E.A.R…or Destroy All Humans 2…shit I have a lot of games I haven’t completed yet.