Christory is ruining my life...

That fat, Oedipian bastard has pervaded every recess of my mind - I go to sleep listening to documentaries, I wake up to archived VODs. I made love to my beautiful girlfriend the other day and the only thing I could think to do afterwards is boot up Geno Samuel and refreshen myself on the fucking Idea Guys saga. I'd kill myself, but I fear that it will be Sonichu holding the pitchfork when I descend into my own personal Hell.

He has zapped my brain to the extreme...