Wednesday, January 30, 2013

No Gun Totting Transsexual Prostitutes Today

Twelve months ago I looked at the list of things that doctors said I should or should not do, or eat, and did not handle it well.  I said on numerous occasions that if I gave up much more I would come full circle and explode in a frenzy of vice, finally getting shot robbing a bank while doing a line of blow off the backside of a transsexual prostitute.  That wouldn’t be good for anyone.

Now I have stopped eating meat and stopped drinking alcohol.  I am working up to cutting out dairy and sugar.  I practice yoga three to four times per week.  I am extending my notions of ahimsa to my gaming life, a difficult feat when facing down an army of ogres.  These things make me happy, and there are no gun totting transsexual prostitutes covered in blow to be seen. 


  1. I'm glad to hear you've come so far. That being said, I ask you a favor. Don't send off the purloining, heavily-armed, gender-bending, powder-dusted harlots just yet: I am discovering that there are worse things to forgo than meat, drink, and sweet, and I may soon have need of your idiosyncratic procurements.