vindicator

Well.
Since I'm talking to myself, I'll just be happy with the fact that at least I'm listening. We start the packing process in a week and from there it's only 3 weeks until I leave the dark side of hell for the mountains of rock and get another chance to startover...

I'm in love with Posh... plain and fuckin' simple.

Speaking of which, doesn't timing just blow the goat's nuts. You always have to deal with the jackasses and the daft wankers when you are looking for new interactions. However, when you've got an escape plan there is always relationships and intresting pieces to the puzzle falling into your lap?

So, until I can quit work in 3 weeks and be a resident of the web or until Dick Cheney suffers a major heart attack while sucking off an 8 year old donkey, thus causing him to choke and fucking die on a mixture of sweat, spit, blood, and donkey cum; I remain.

Breath.
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