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.
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.
Few men alive can literally suck the life out of a room full of laughter and smiles faster than old man tyde.
By the by, since when and where am I begging for sympathy? I am sitting here taking lifes lumps like a man, not hiding from anything, like a certain someone. Who has to post via proxy? Certainly not me. You literally hide from the world you are so sickeningly addicted to talking to, it's really quite sad.
and by the way, it's a very low blow to take things I have said in confidence to a buddy on the phone and throw them all over the internet. I do not break his trust, why is mine so easily broken? only my dirty laundry smells funny? that's not cool with me, and is something I will have to deal with now. thanks for that "friend".
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