01/08/2016
I apologize for the extended leave of absence. An Australian postal worker discovered that I was uncovering these conspiracies, so I fled to Morocco. I had to leave everything. I was hungry, homeless, and had no place to turn to. Prostitution was my only option. It brought it a few dollars here and there, enough to feed myself once a week, but it was not enough to provide a living.
Eventually I got a visit from, unbeknownst to me at the time, the Queen of England. At first I was appalled by her advanced age, but I soon came (to realize the tender passion of a seasoned lover).
Fast forward nine months and the Queen had gained 50lbs. The public was worried though she assured them all was fine. On September 29th, 2014, she gave birth to a boy. She named him Denise, or rather, she tried to name him Dennis but misspelled his name. After giving birth, she assured the public that she had gained the weight only for the summer as had liposuction to remove it.
The Royal Army then shipped the baby to me in Morocco. I was disgusted by his soiled diapers. He had been shipped in a dog kennel and was soaking wet in his urine. However, as all my kin, he was healthy as ever. I took one look at him and I knew what I needed to do.
There was only one thing a homeless pr******te and single dad in Morocco could do: slay the Australian postal worker who knew just a little too much. Without a stutter, I gave Denise a snorkel, strapped the kennel to my back, and swam to Australia and went postal on that postal worker. When my work was finished, I swam back home to the US.
Now back at home, I have lived to tell the tale, but let it be a lesson to you: don't go chasing waterfalls. Or something like that. Maybe it was don't go alerting the Aussies of your conspiracy theories. Either way, have a good day.