The Rumors of Ed's Death Have Been Something Something

So...yeah.

First off, this ain't ed talkin' at ya.

You're actually at the business end of Phineas Q. Mongoose's keyboard, and you're going to like it, okay? Ed had a bit of a run-in with a flight of stairs, and he's in a lot of pain right now. Plus, Vicodin makes it really hard to blog.

Let's hope Santa brings ed some robot feet or something.



Santa With Muscles, that is.

Man, now that Ed's laid up in bed resting his poor ankles and playing GTA: San Andreas all day (poor kid, I know) I should start talking about pro wrestling a whole bunch. That'd be hilarious. Then again, ed would hate me forever, so I guess I'll just stick to Wrestling Observer and WrestleCrap for all my pro wrestling needs.

Ah, well. Once ed's feeling himself (not that old gag) again, I'll be outta here like last week's trash. Until then you'll get...

THE EVERYDAY LIFE OF PHINEAS Q. MONGOOSE!!
(holy crap, I have to do this twice every day now)

TODAY, I:

• Tooka that tikka.
• Wished I could buy the world a coke.
• Got money for love.
• Gonged.

These things all happened to me today.
These things are all true.

So said the placeholder, so shall it be.