The Hallelujah Guy

It isn't really often that you find yourself vexed by the fact that you have this person hidden deep inside you, whom your friends would call "you're losing it!!!" or the psychiatrist would put in "it's a case of acute MPS*", and you begin to realize that he's actually more than a figment of your imagination.

He has literally begun to scourge my balls for not allowing him to pour his acoustic bearings (let's make that digital) in front of the world.

So what did I do? After helping myself to a nice warm underwear wash, switched on the system, opened the browser and fit in the bar, the word "blog", and lo and behold there came out a zillion entries!!!
Seriously try putting nonsensical things like "1", "2"... in google and it does give you a "kick".

That's when I decided that it was time to introduce this teeny-weeny pathetic dwellers' planet to the gargantuan, gigantic, elephantine, humongous, zeusian world of The Hallelujah Guy. You din't think that the last adjective existed did you??

So the next time it's mostly going to be HG (you got that din't you??) who'll be the rooster while I have a look at Felicity (you had a look at the pronunciation din't you??). More on that by HG in the next session.

Alright then, au revoir, and wish me luck for my French lessons, which sadly are going nowhere

*For the uninformed: if you do not watch too many movies you won't know what Multiple Personality Syndrome is.

The "din't you??"s have been put in there by HG just to piss you off.

P. S.: I will never write another P. S. but HG may.