Yes my bad dad, I have cerebral cancer and it is unfortunate. I wish it wasnt the case but at the end of the day we both know that his disease influenced my decision making when choosing to hang my hamster from the lights at the school ball. At the end of the day, the headmistress can talk sht but who cares that bitch has aids and she hasnt been fucked in 20+ years so idk who cares right. Well i hope you let me get back home if i manage to survive, for now im happy at the hospital and i take any chance to clap the cheeks of the doctor when she comes.