"..Yo, my palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.."

Shit day. I've been struck down by what seems to be a debilitating sickness that was manufactured to kill Robocop. Kain's fucking with me! Can't be bother typing in todays events so I can sum it up with this video of a narcoleptic dog (the dog plays me).

I think I worked out this warning. Beware of wrathful Jenga! For you, Crackers, ya bitch