Really? Hm. Ok:
Hero Complex: Check.
Goatee: Check.
Impressive Guns: Check(ish).
Retractable Clear Dome Over Your Head: Not seeing it. You edited that part out of the picture, didn't you. Yeah. That would TOTALLY give you away.
Apparently you hold on loosely. And you DO let go. If you cling to tightly. You're gonna lose it. You're gonna lose control.
So tell us. Where did you celebrate the big 1-3? And why weren't we invited? You kept all of the BGPC for yourself, didn't you?
And BGPC.
For all my good-hearted goofing on you Z, I believe this with all my heart.
Or nap. Not that I'd know anything about that. But I read things.
Ok, really, it's not the 765 Britney, NObama, or U2 lyric references that bring us flocking to read your trippies.
It's this. It's you. God is God. ZZUB is ZZUB. And I don't think we'd want it any other way.
Channeling Seuss I see you were not.
For all you discussed is what goes in the pot
And swirls down, down, down and right out of sight.
Much like in Canada that odiferous night.
The ginger was plenty, the teppan not bad
As ZZUB reflected on the dinner he'd had.
Then bit in the rear by a need so acute
He bolted and ran on a 'northerly' route.
I've ne'er heard so much talk of pee, poo and sweat,
Though admittedly ZZUB has one chapter yet
To share with all his admiring fans
Before he hopefully share with all of us his plans
For another trip to La's Land of Yellow.
One more 'Journey into' what ZZUB could smell - oh
And don't forget vomit with a hidden Mouse head.
ZZUB this chappie truly left me DED.