ok. i'm done
fuck off!!!
I promise, as soon as the fuck is on, /groan, I will be informing you of everything that is absolutely appropriate to be informed about to a Punyling of your rank, stature and size. I applaud your earnest attempt and I salute your willingness to surrender as soon as it is obvious that you were in a winner/winnable position without any winnings.
I'm fully willing to let that be the end of it — from my end. By all means, continue your search, there's obviously fruit at the end of this/that bough. All opposed... are probably already tired of playing Cinderella at the ball every night. It's not like this is how I wanted to spend my year, although I can see why it happened now looking back. Speculatively, I'm saying. This is all,
just in the neurosphere. I'm not neurotic. I'm quite grateful for that.
(Like, someone else take a turn,
Christ.)
Having said that, no one knows what the fuck I'm talking about anyway, so I fully expect to be answering this question again for days to come. It might not be a living, but it is good practice for one (1).
What do you have?
A close personal relationship with Prime Creator that I've cultivated over three decades. Not going to lie; even Jesus is a little bit jealous. I'd
totesblush but you wouldn't know what to do with the excess solar energy if you got it.
No autographs, please. Is that about cover it? I'm going to go to wash my clothes now, and one of these days I expect to, like, have a normal day. That's currently scheduled for about 11 weeks from now but let's see what will happen instead, I could do this everyday the rest of my life I don't know about the rest of you
