Your cocktail sir,





2003-04-04 - 4:08 p.m.

Itís 4pm on a Friday and I feel, I donít know. Wrong. Thatís really the only way to describe it.

Iím only posting this in case something catastrophic happens, in which case I could pitch myself to the post-apocalyptic government as a psychic. the Fat One predicted the evil times. Give him bacon so that he does not call down the demons on us they would chant.

See, wrong. My fantasies involve the world ending and my getting bacon through fear. I mean, what is up with that?

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