So for the last week, I’ve been stuck at home with a seriously twisted back and the worst food poisoning my my life. What happened to my back? Nothing special, every couple of years I just reach for the salt the wrong way an WHAMMO, say hello to a few weeks of poppin’ fresh pain. Then, while recuperating, for lack of wanting to leave the house, I dug a little too deeply into the fridge and ate something that, given a more may days of gestation, probably would have eaten me. Combine these two goodies and you get an (in)action-packed vacation!
Darth Mojo 