With less than fortnight left until I go under the knife I decided to take a swipe at the man for whom my affliction is named, French physician Monsieur Fallot. But my enmity is not forever as I have other reasons to wrinkle my brow.
I believe that before I get my beef valve I am going to be required to shear off the udderly boss moustache I have cultivated over the past three months. I will miss this ‘stache dearly.
Other than that, not much new going on. No insults of note. Remember that there is still time to enter. Email or in person, it’s all good.
Based on the title, I thought this entry was about that awesome song by Europe. Thanks for wasting my time, jerk.