I never said Cmoney had cancer.
Would you rather i pretended to meet an old flame in a random New Mexico art gallery, rekindle the romance 35 years later, and steal her from her husband, who approves of the stealing because he just came out as gay a week ago?
Or maybe I can tell you about how I just fell off a ladder and am almost paralyzed.
Or that I'm single-handedly building a tiny minimalist house on a property I just bought in BFE?
Let me know which whopper you'd like to hear.