To anyone out there that wants to moan and groan about being sick of Spike, guess what. I don’t give a fuck. I’m getting booted off the interwebs here eventually just like Prezzy said in that post longer than the Odyssey about what’s going on. I forget who it was, but one of you sexy readers sent me an email saying I need to “go fucking Cairo up in this bitch.” So that my friends, is exactly what I’m going to do. I’m going to get a truck and run like 8 people over with it in the street and riot my clothes off. (Seriously the hot women of Cairo should try protesting naked, instant peacemaker). Last time I checked, I love Spike, and if I want to spend my time playing Barbara Walters asking him questions and dancing with him over Skype and having Roxy (?) edit them then it’s going to fucking happen whether you like it or not. It’s going to go up on this wasteland of my brain diarrhea and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. All Cairo hyphy up in this mother.

Side Note: I have to make a confession, for the amount of times I write the word “diarrhea” in my blogs, I always spell it wrong and have to spell check it. Pretty sure I hold the record for most times spell checking “diarrhea.” Get me a plaque or something, I’m proud of it. It’s a good word. Worth mad points in Words With Friends (JennaMarbles if you want to play me).