Okay, friends, I’m back. I’m over my malaise and I’m here and ready to fuck some shit up. You can’t see it, but I’m doing some karate moves and making Bruce Lee noises as I type this.
There has been a fantastic story going around this week, dating back to 1988. In Lesotho, a young girl went to the doctor with what appeared to be symptoms of labor. Sure, why not, right? It happens all the time. What’s so fantastic about that? Well, upon …