Sometimes I sit alone in the dark and wonder why I wasn’t allowed to try out for American Idol. My voice is as good as yours, in fact better. In my home city of Dubruckis I was known as the cantor of the cheese, which is a horrible translation, but meant that I was very good at singing.
Also, why did Netflix not want to publish my film on the horrors of American Psychiatrism and the way Barak Obama wants to take our money away to give to Castro?
I FOUND A PICTURE OF THE DOCTOR. I WILL SHOW HIS WIFE AND GET MONEY.


