Apparently, I must have offended the Ghost of General Tso, as the good General and his delicious chicken have fucked me over twice in the past six months.

I don’t know how this could have happened, though if I had to guess it would be because of the time at the massage parlor I asked the Asian chick if I could stick my finger in her butt for an extra $20. If I had known she was a direct descendant of General Tso, I would surely have offered her more (at least $30, and the pinkie instead of the middle finger).

The result: after a night of puking my guts up, I’m at home sick today, too weak to post (seriously).

I am sorry, but I’ll get you tomorrow. Promise.

Hugs and kisses,
Jason