Doh! I broke my finger in one hell of a bar fight…. punched a guy in the nose and knocked out his tooth. Pic

Actually I was hang-gliding and got it stuck in a zipper mid-flight and I fell out of the air…. and then landed on the finger.

Truthfully I was street racing in my Ferrari Enzo and crashed it and I managed to survive by jumping out the window and grabbing onto a line dangling from a police….no, swat helicopter that was doing loops and selling those awesome hotdogs you get OUTSIDE the ballpark for $5, except when I didn’t buy one the swat guy broke my finger….

No, I was catching a football and it hit my finger, breaking it.

But alas…I can hardly type for the next few weeks, so of course I would decide to write a blog. I’m pretty excited about some future prospects, namely AFLARE. But I’m also excited to see who will be the next President.