I JUST FUCKED A FAT CAT
Garfield will never be the same again.
Monday, April 06, 2009
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Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
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To make money is to refuse real work.
Now that is reasonable.
But if you try to kick sand in my eyes I warn you. I warn you.
Anonymous : Please believe when I say that I would never kick sand into your eyes.
You are not worth the effort it takes.
I am more lazy and anyway I have just had a good solid meal.
You can "warn me" as much as you want to warn me.
I am off to sleep now.
Wind in the pillows?
Pong With The Wind?
My dear, I don't give a damn.
Oh, you lot are awful
But you like us.
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