WRITTEN FOR THOSE WHO FIND THEMSELVES DRYING OUT THE SKINS OF ANIMALS YOU HUNTED DOWN AND KILLED YOURSELF WEARING NOTHING BUT A COCK RING AND A SMILE.ALSO, WE LIKE TO CONSIDER OURSELVES HIGHLY INTELLIGENT AND EXTREMELY MOTIVATED IF THE NEED ARISES.WE ARE NOT SOLDIERS OF FORTUNE BUT OF REASON.SOCIALISM COUNTS AND SO DOES WHISKEY.MAKE NO MISTAKE WE ARE DEADLY AND LOVELY.

Friday, July 30, 2010

To Be Read After I Am Found Dead.....

Who said that an honest opinion could not be deliberated without a glass of whiskey???
Why me of course....

Thousands of people have crossed my path and I haven't even blinked twice thinking of their feelings until recently having a torrid encounter with a newly full fledged hormonal breakdown of a tween daughter...
I'm an obtuse blunt instrument on a good day but not realising the end of the month for my future caregiver is unforgivable and my latest blunder....which I am not proud of....What a dick.


It's on the calender..

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