Details Are Still Hazy
I didn't post a new article last night, despite my claims that the ISB features new content daily. I'll admit, I take the evening off every now and then, but this one was beyond my control.
The last thing I remember is the Punisher fighting a bear, and then it gets sort of blurry. I must've blacked out, because I woke up in Tijuana with a skull painted on my chest in axle grease, a missing kidney, and a killer headache.
Suffice to say, I'm still in a bit of a daze from the whole experience, and I think the humor-producing area of my brain might have been damaged, so I'm just going to go for another recharge. Hopefully I'll have something worth writing about tomorrow.