I Ain't The One

Right. No one wants to say which Superhero I would be. Well fuck you all up your stupid asses. I forgot yesterday to mention that I know my brother, Bobby Chickenparts or whatever his name is now, would be Super Grover.
I am so fucking hungry. But everything I eat gives me serious ass gas problems. It's a simple equation. Food plus eating minus overhydration times running 25 miles a week equals WMD from my ass.
I've decided to move Ireland the minute I get out of the Army. Some of you will be happy to know I have also squashed all thoughts of staying in longer.
Right now I am wearing some black socks, black shorts, an Ireland soccer jersey or some kind, a St. Louis Cardinals baseball cap I've painted green and my watch. I am going to find some shoes and put them on. I will then find a bar, enter and get as violent as I can.
ANGELE Dei,
qui custos es mei,
Me tibi commissum pietate superna;
Hac nocte illumina, custodi, rege, et guberna.
Amen.