Hangin With the Ghost
Whatever Happened to Ol'Jase?
Back in the summer of 2007, a fine semi-young chap named Ol'Jase hatched the idea for this blog. Now, all none of you who read this online journal are no doubt wondering why the man has never actually posted anything. Well, that's a good question, and one that I will now answer for you.
First, Ol'Jase was, by accident, drafted into the US marines where he shipped off to Iraq. After killing thousands and thousands of terrorists, but no innocent civilians, the marines got wise to their error. Once the marines realized their mistake they sent him home. However, the plane carrying him lost an engine and crash landed. All 209 people on board were killed, exept Ol'Jase. Somehow he miraculously survived.
Ol'Jase was now stuck in a foriegn land, with no food, no contacts, and no water. He was in the vast wastelands of southern France. Luckily, a middle aged widow took pity on him and invited him into her home. But, she turned out to be possesive and controlling. She wanted contstant sex and attention. Ol'Jase just wanted a hot sandwich and a beer. This was not going to work out. So, without copulating with the French cougar, he escaped with her Visa card and Mini. Once at the Paris Airport, he charged up a plane ticket home. However, once again the plane crashed, killing everyone....except Ol'Jase. He swam to the shore of what was New Jersey. When he told his story to the authorities, he was quickly scooped up by the CIA. They believe that he has massive superpowers, since nobody could survive 2 plane crashes AND resist bedding a hot, leggy french cougar.
So, where is Ol'Jase? I can't tell you that, it's classified. And the CIA won't either.
So, there you have it. So for all none of you who regularly read this journal, and eagerly anticipate Ol'Jase making a contribution, you're out of luck.
Back in the summer of 2007, a fine semi-young chap named Ol'Jase hatched the idea for this blog. Now, all none of you who read this online journal are no doubt wondering why the man has never actually posted anything. Well, that's a good question, and one that I will now answer for you.
First, Ol'Jase was, by accident, drafted into the US marines where he shipped off to Iraq. After killing thousands and thousands of terrorists, but no innocent civilians, the marines got wise to their error. Once the marines realized their mistake they sent him home. However, the plane carrying him lost an engine and crash landed. All 209 people on board were killed, exept Ol'Jase. Somehow he miraculously survived.
Ol'Jase was now stuck in a foriegn land, with no food, no contacts, and no water. He was in the vast wastelands of southern France. Luckily, a middle aged widow took pity on him and invited him into her home. But, she turned out to be possesive and controlling. She wanted contstant sex and attention. Ol'Jase just wanted a hot sandwich and a beer. This was not going to work out. So, without copulating with the French cougar, he escaped with her Visa card and Mini. Once at the Paris Airport, he charged up a plane ticket home. However, once again the plane crashed, killing everyone....except Ol'Jase. He swam to the shore of what was New Jersey. When he told his story to the authorities, he was quickly scooped up by the CIA. They believe that he has massive superpowers, since nobody could survive 2 plane crashes AND resist bedding a hot, leggy french cougar.
So, where is Ol'Jase? I can't tell you that, it's classified. And the CIA won't either.
So, there you have it. So for all none of you who regularly read this journal, and eagerly anticipate Ol'Jase making a contribution, you're out of luck.
posted by Deathsdoorstep at
1:35 p.m.
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