Lucky bloody you
I am my own OC. I will keep track of my life. These may be news, or they may be venting. I need somewhere to write the truth of my heart. Probably it won't interest you.
Some of it will be fictional. I'm my own write-in OC.
I'm somewhat troubled...
if by somewhat I mean massively.
Well turns out it wasn't no cop anyhow, it was my uncle bloff and he just wanted me to sign the christmas cards, like who ever heard of an avunclular member of my extended family wanting me to sign off on a christmas card in feburary? Sure wasn't normal, i'll tell you that. And another thing, who includes something like 'pay to the order of' on a christmas card, it's malarkey, just kung fu malarkey and I told him so in a later message on AOL, at least I think it was his account, he doesn't have one
Then we resumed our chase, cos that Russky Finnegan was racin down the freeway, we were on the freeway by then, straight through lincon tunnel and across the badlands to the teak hammock lean-to resort, you know that place? Got a hula hula girl there permanently, and when I say permanently, I mean it, she was just there day in and day out, what a racket them guys've got!
So Finnegan he puts the fire iron right into me and pulls the rotgut and man but it stings
More wodka, that's the stuff, all healthy again
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