I've been thinking a lot about Doomeru since he went AWOL. The guy was an unreliable drunken loudmouth prick, and he smelled like regurgitated mothballs, but he was my brother and I miss him. Writing this blog just isn't as fun without him around. So in that spirit, I've prepared a new YTMND. It depicts one of the happiest moments in his sad, sad life: the day he finally worked up the courage to talk to his beloved flower girl.
Please come back to us, Doomeru. We miss you very much.