Entry for May 05, 2007

I am a bad man. I drank too much beer last night. This seemed like a good idea at the time. It was not a good idea though. It was a bad idea. Today it seems like the worst idea ever thought of by Bad Ideas Tony, the man touted by the Guinness Book of Records as having come up with 7 out of 10 of the Worst Ideas in History.
Bad men led me astray. They took me to the pub, and under the cruel disguise of conviviality, they made me drink vast quantities of imported lager. I did not want to. But I did for fear of bruising their tender feelings. They said they were my friends but they are not my friends. Friends would not leave you feeling this way. Friends would not leave you with two stormtroopers called Pain and Nausea breaking down every door inside your fragile head.
They are not my friends, I repeat. Those men are my enemies and are not to be trusted. Their names shall be written down in my black book of the damned and I will remember them. One night when they are sleeping I will arrive like smoke and take my revenge. And my revenge will be terrible.