This is Chase. Chase is kind of special. You see, he is one of the few people who wrote me an angry email, twice, and then realized it was all a farce. Come on Chase, what's wrong with you for Christ's sake?
Chase, look, it was all a joke! Please don't hurt me. I'm going to call the police. MARTHA PICK UP THE PHONE AND DIAL 911 NOW!!!
Oh Chase, will you ever learn?
It's okay, Chase. It's all over now.
On the next page there is something about something.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
Ignore the hype. Find out how these games will likely go right or wrong.
Truth Media seeks to lure out the brainless zealots mindlessly spewing words about faceless companies and products they have no relation to. Why do folks get so worked up over such inconsequential things? Truth Media is here, not to discover the answer to this, but just to make fun of them.