My favorite baseball cap was removed from the top of my monitor, its place of rest, and was replaced a boston-insignia cap, a symbol of one of the most hated cities in my universe. The mystery had to be solved, where was the hat, and who was the perpetrator. Seeing as how I could not accomplish this myself, I got out some duct tape and a flashlight, and in no time, the Gimp-signal was shining to summon Gimp Man.

Who is Gimp Man? A superhero of sorts, a man with a mission, and a gimpy leg. Much like the intensely gay Daredevil superhero, Gimp Man is able to over come a physical disability to be able to solve any crime. Hence why he must be called into action....

Ok, I need to stop this train of thought. Sometimes shit just doesn't work, and this is one of those times. The Gimp Man deal is a joke I started with my roommate... His knee is fucked up, and I started calling his car the Gimpmobile, and the next thing I know, I was talked into this fucking update.

Anyway, the story is that I found my hat, with my roommate's help, and, we narrowed the field down to two suspects, neither of whom will ever be allowed, unsupervised into my room again in the future. Upon pain of anal penetration with a large and mighty object. By which I mean a 1975 Ford Bronco. Maybe I'll be nice and lube it up first.

On that note, I can't wait until tomorrow, when my brain works again!

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