To say that my holidays have been eventful might be the understatement of 2004. By now I'm sure you've all heard about it, but for those living under rocks --

Pop Star Britney Spears Weds Web Phenom, Cocksman The Spoonbender

First off, let me just say that, no matter what you've read, heard, or suspect, Britney and I were not drunk on anything but our love. The only chemistry making us high was our unimaginable sexual chemistry. We were as cognizant of our actions as any young lovers reveling in unquenchable desire, and we undertook our vows without reservation.

While our marriage might have lasted only a few hours, our love remains. I hope it lasts for a long, long time. Some beautiful day we'll steal away, far from the celebrity that hounds us both. Maybe it will be tomorrow, maybe in three month's time. We'll go far enough that we'll be beyond the reach of her money-grubbing handlers with their Shylock looks and Zionist aims. When that glorious day comes, we'll return to the chapel and reunite under the eyes of God.

Until then, we have only our sexual passion to satisfy us. I know it will be hard, Brit, but rest assured -- it will be hard.

Analogcabin @ 7:32 AM
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