The behemoth hasn't been heard from since Monday, when he shared the photo of his yeast infection, and described his feminine hygiene regimen. At the time, he was whining about the irritation, but said he sure felt fresh and clean.
A silence this long is ominous; there may be some bad news on the way.
Still no new word.
Maybe Jeanette finally got serious about helping the gigantic primitive lose weight, and took away his computer games.
Or maybe she did in fact lock him up in a giant cage, through which bars she's shoving a bowl of cold gruel once a day, and an apple every third Sunday.
I'm confident; maybe there's good news on the way.