If you don't know me then you wont know when I die so no laughing for you. But old repetive attention whore with a dog who fills the void (well scratches the belly of the void) that comes from not having a single meaningful regular encounter with a friend or a vagina or both (what's that called? Having a life?). Oh wait it drinks? Heavily? Son. There are a million of you out there in this country. Wherever there is a neon miller hi life sign hanging in a bar window, there are at least a half dozen of you. Babbling. The. Same. Tired. Shit. Again. And. Again.
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