Fucking hell.
I didn't think it was possible for Mr. Jo to get loonier than he already is.
He took "fucked-up" to the whole next level.

We need to compose a little song for the freaking Cold War. WTF? Lyrics to a Russian attack? What the hell am I supposed to do? Sing "Soviets built a wall and started the iron curtain" to Karma Police? Jeezzz. I should really take the whole musicians approach: Lock myself up in a cabin, light a bunch of incense, listen to some stoner music, and take about 2837247 hits from a bong. If it worked for John Lennon, it'll hopefully work for me. Eessh.

On other news: I have become a South Park junkie once more. If polygamy and pedophilia were allowed, I'd have married Stan, Kenny, Craig, Tweek, and Kyle (and Peter Pan) by now. Heh.
Other, other news: My little cousin has learned to barter. Dear Lord, I'm not sure if I should be thrilled or worried.
Other, other, other news: Ever since freaking SRC, I've become deathly paranoid (and fascinated) in tobacco. I've always been well...perplexed with cigarettes (cigars, too, more-or-less) but I really doubt I would ever, ever smoke. Those over-the-top videos (parodies of The Rocky Horror Picture Show) are absolutely disgusting. I had to see a chin get amputated. I thought the bag of chips I had for lunch were going to make an Indiana Jones-esque out of my stomach. It just makes me sad (and grossed out) to see these wonderfully talented young people chug tar into their lungs. If this was the old Carmel typing I'd say "What a shame" but the new Carmel thought about it and she agrees that "What a shame" seems like a terrible thing to say. (Just say it out loud to yourself: "What a shame" If you're an alcoholic, sure you may not have many friends and sure you might harm you're health, but at least your liver won't hack up leftover chunks from Highway 66. (Just kidding--I'm not a big groupie for alcholics either, though I'm sure most people wouldn't say no to a shot of green apple Smirnoff's).[insert beady look]
That's just me, though.