Awww yeahhhh, that’s what I’m talking about. It was last Friday (and then comes Saturday, and Sunday comes afterwards) and there’s nothing more that I needed to do than get some SHOTS!

Wait, hold on. Not those kinda shots. I’m talking about the nearly dozen shots (and typhoid pills) that I needed to have injected into my pristine body before being catapulted into the desert.

I’m okay with needles. What I’m not okay with is getting lame bandaids. State Department needs to stack up on these babies:

For those of you who are as morally opposed to vaccinations as I am to potlucks, let me explain how they work. BOOM! Dead/weakened disease goes into your body, BOOM! Immune system is all like, “I got this, ma.” and attacks and wins, BOOM! Immune system now recognizes the diseaseamabob and is now capable of destroying it back to the future.

But when your immune system is constantly attacking these fake diseases for an entire month, you know what’s going to be happen. Yeah. Guess who is spending their last week in the states SICK.

Oh well, you know what it is.

Super Mario is my hero, straight up. He travels in his Super Mario World (sometimes Galaxy) and works with his allies and negotiates with Koopas who sometimes don’t see things his way. Once in a while, he comes up against a real big problem (Bowser) and finds a way to get him to be an ally, as well (Super Mario and the Legend of the Seven Stars).

Super Mario Diplomacy tells us that no matter your background or your personal beliefs and opinions or even the size of your shell, we can all get along. Join me on this journey of traveling through pipes, jumping out of quicksand, and maybe even watch me throw a few fireballs.

GAME START!