Gimme a Round of Applesauce

Okay, though I am still new to blogging, I'd just think I could save myself from an upcoming impending doom before it happens. It involves asking a million of the same questions. So if I may, I yam going to write my faqs here. The main reason why I'm doing this is because I used to be kinda famous for other web sites I've made in the past. Here we goo:

1. Hey Jon, so are you going to become a stripper when you get older?

This one has been going around since before I can remember. The life-saving truth will be uncovered.... NOW:
No. You're crazy.


2. Hey Jon, I hear you're short. NEERRRDD!!!

Yes, I AM short. Not dwarf short. But I was born with a genetic condition known as grotesquelittlepigletism in which I am always shorter than whoever stands closest to me.


3. I heard you died in a car crash. Are you okay?

Dude, this is one of the most stupidest questions I've ever heard. I mean seriously, why do people keep asking me this? YES, of COARSE I'm okay. Why would I be here typing this thing If I was alive??? DOOIIIII.


I hope you have enjoyed this little message filled with happee fun facts that will fill your heart and other internal body organs with joy. Lately I'e been working on stuff between the coarse of two nights with no sleep in between, and I've been sitting in bed with a little vacuum stabbed into my chest that keeps sucking out the evil that took away my smiley time. Take care.

Current Mood: eh
Listening to: The squishing of babies coming out of thier mommies.