Is this not the funniest freakin' picture that anyone has every seen of the president? Okay, I take that back...there are probably a LOT more pictures out there that are funnier. But seriously, though, isn't it a crack up?

THUS, everyone now knows my political background.

Now for something completely different.

Want to know a sign of when things are bad? You can tell when things are bad when you actually find yourself with a horrendous pimple that you have nicknamed. I know, it's disgusting and guess what? I don't really care. All I really know is that Mount Vesuvius is started to get on my nerves. He hurts!! And yes, he has a gender! He's a bastard. I hate him. And he's right on the middle of my forehead, pounding with pain and mocking me with his redness and inability to pop. Punk.

I know, that's gross, but get real. EVERYONE has a bad pimple every now and then...and if you don't, and say you have the cleanest face in the world, please stop reading this and step away from the computer.

Mount Vesuvius and I are now going to go back to our homework.