Respect

The world is 7500 years old. I believe, so it is. I don't care what you science people discover or what bullshit you have to say. It is 7500 years old. I believe. Respect my faith. I don't like people questioning it. ( Happy 4.5 Billionth Birthday. Hope you'll get rid of all your parasites one day. P.S. You are gorgeous )

The Luckiest People to be Still Alive

Minor controversy yesterday's blog can cause, I already started daydreaming about getting assassinated. I just thought how interesting things can get after one mean, ugly death threat. How will my usual paranoid self get affected? And most importantly when will i get assassinated?