Yesterday was … weird.
I’ve been busting my adorable jiggly ass to get this $10,000 raised for the kids at Children’s Hospital, so I’m constantly tweeting and Facebooking and social-media-ing like a 15-year-old Belieber.
Also, the word Belieber makes me want to kill things.
Hide your pigeons, Mike Tyson.
Anyway, you know that instead of writing “Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?” for years now I’ve written, “Anyone? Anyone? Zober?” because I like to pick on the Dread Lord Zober because I do not fear his mystical powers of darkness and destruction. Much.
And I was flabbergasted. The Dread Lord … giving his cash to the sick kids.
But would Lukey follow suit?
I died so hard I couldn’t even capitalize the i in “i just died.”
Either we’ve stumbled into some weird alternate universe, or this snow really is making everyone batshit crazy.
The Dread Lord, the wizard of doom, donated. Luke Ravenstahl, my sworn enemy — the Joker to my Batman, the Swiper to my Dora, the Newman to my Seinfeld, is donating. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if a pigeon tried to Paypal me some stale french fries or something.
Maybe you too want to throw a few bucks into the pot so we can give these suffering kids a bit of fun and diversion to help along their healing process?
Click the “Donate” button to donate directly into the Mario Lemieux Foundation account. Every little bit helps!
I love you guys.