Tomorrow will mark a new change in my life. Time to push the little birdie out of the apartment. Thanks mama sherif. From there I fly to Daycare with my tiger by my side. It's quite the romance, tiger and bird. Zarbox and Chupie. We have practiced procreating with unknown results as of present. The 7 day cleanse is starting tomorrow. Perhaps they can do both a chemical and electronic sweep of the body. We can rest remote free, fuck the illuminati. Come and come already, we know your bullshit agenda, in the end we win. Are you reading this?Scanning this? Photographing this? Saving this? Shitting this? Well let me tell you a thing or two about tigers, they are vicious. Tigers defend their apple Gs with every last gram of their body and soul. Birds can peck your fucking eyes out. That's right motherfucker! You ever see a little film by this guy named Alfred Hichcock? In or out of Daycare we are ready for you because GOD is on our side and he's the best backup one could ask for. Don't be surprised if your struck by lightning. Nobody and I mean nobody fucks with my future family game night and Christmas tree. "You gotta save him. Just don't let anything happen to him. I gotta save Dan!!"