Me being a bigot stopped a nuclear bomb from going off: true or false?

I’m back!  I may have forgotten to mention it, but I had a lovely long vacation in Southern California.  I went to Disneyland and California Adventure, Universal Studios, Knott’s Berry Farm, and then some dude stabbed me in the back and I died and my brother sold his soul to bring me back to life.  Oh, no wait.  Maybe that last part only happened on Thursday night at 9:00 and not to me, but to someone much hotter.  Highlights include (and will be expounded upon later):  Peter Pan!  Fudge!  Cotton Candy!  Fast Passes!  OMFGINVERSIONROLLERCOASTER!  Frankenstein totally trying to kill me!  Johnny Depp!  Sunburn!  LA traffic!  Getting stuck on Pirates of the Caribbean—AGAIN!  Fried chicken!  Boysenberries!  60 minutes in line for Space Mountain!

Among other things.

Comments

[jordan]

welcome back!

where's my fudge.

[Amy]

I would also like to know the status of my fudge.

[chrostopher]

did you go on the tower of terror like i toldja?

[christopher]

i can spell my own name i swear.

[Primus]

"...my brother sold his soul to bring me back to life..."

Wow, sucks to be 'Ili.

[Baxter]

I can't wait to be regaled with tales.

[John]

Indeed. Tell me you had the fried chicken dinner at Knott's Berry Farm. I still dream about it.

[Jadenator]

You so deserved the vacay. Sorry I missed you!
But you're welcome to visit me in DC or Quito.