It has been an amazingly few trips around the sun but my services as a recreation director on a cruise-line have been terminated. They said something about a diamond heist, or a burglary or something. They didn’t seem to be smiling.

This coincides nicely with the time that my meat suit is due to be replaced. The first one served me well, but seems to have been a pushover for cancer. I went up to bat with it 3 times and it still seems to want to find a way to open the doors on heaven’s gates (Hay, maybe this will all turn out to be a massive party? That would be great because Sterling still owes me $4.37.

Whatever lies ahead, all 6 of my subscribers should know that I am well and good of humor. Stay tuned for more queer takes on life and death.