Friday, November 09, 2001

Well well well, here we are staring at each other through the ether. You're wondering what I'm doing here and the reality is that I fucked off hours ago and I'm probably having sex with someone else's wife right at this moment. What you are in reality staring at is a visual representation of an extraordinarily long lasting echo. Ever wondered what dogs are REALLY saying when the postman rides past? Well, Rex is now telling the postman he don't want no motherfuckin' flea powder from Afghanistan no more.

Anyway, I'm going back to what I was doing before I was so rudely interrupted. If you're VERY lucky, I might have more to blog about later. In the meantime, I have two other muddle puddles which you may care to read:


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