Back, to defend the people and clean up the trash and other batman style things. Let's get going!

Hey all, I'm sick. I've got the flu and a temperature hovering around 100-101. I'm drinking lots of fluids and having various soups. I'm not going to around as much today and tomorrow, if you need anything Nilla and Jaxie are here for you. I should be back to normal, hopefully, in a day or two. Till then, pray for me...or don't, it's okay cuz I think I'll be fine regardless. Thanks all!

That's right, I'm so international they put me in the international forums. You know it... See, I was trottin' around Rome with Mila Kunis when I was accosted by fiendish accosters, all yelling and screaming and diving on my car. Luckily, I had a flamethrower with me and was able to melt most of 'em down into a thick, greasy pool. Later that day I flew to Paris and met up with my main lady-friend Brigitte Dale, who was sampling treats from a local pastry shop, or, as they say in French talk - Shoppe. We ate muffins and drank enormous cups of coffee and daydreamed silly kitten songs while the band played Iron Butterfly. When the press showed up, I unleashed my spike-umbrella and made quick work of those pigs. The following day I said, "later on," to Brigitte, and rode a jet ski over to Australia, to the home of this cute YouTube blogger I was trying hard to meet. She was home but thought I was a creep. I was badly beaten by a kangaroo later that day and don't consider it a very fun trip. I had to be air-lifted to Prague, where I was to be crowned Duke of Slattery and given the key to the city and a basket of sausages. I ate the sausages but lost the key, which is okay because it was symbolic and didn't open anything anyway on account of it was three feet long. Not sure how I lost a three foot key...all I can say is Pragues a rockin' place.