So. I think I'm half done with this volume. It's slow. How many times did I say that? Fifty? Thirty five? Wait for it...Fuck your counting. Yeah you think oh he's all pussy like his name was Teddy Ruxbin now, I can wipe my ass with his not good enough for ad-sense site and just push it off the edge like a bad shot at a Jim Davis bit.
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So here we are again. Fifteen years later....wait no? Well the fuck it. However many years later. Here we are again. Still not enough hits for adsense, still not enough crimes for the history books. Floating like a turd in the ether again, writing on the same cracker that somehow didn't digest from last nights clam back spaghetti and ulcer pies.
Yeah. That’s right old Suzanna come get it with guilty pleasure like this was fantasy island and all the chicks got dicks, so it turned into the hard love boat and you were wearing stripes. I still got it since sickness don’t get well unless you die or try to get better, and we all know for every roll of clarity there's twenty rolls for disparity.
You had to tell the guy you love him. Yeah. The other guy. Not him. Did you do it to fuck with his mind? Is that your rationale? That your so important he needs to hear that to not find you face you fuck you....face?
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