Spider-Mouse, the keeper of secrets and files, guardian to my memory stick, has lost his left arm. Or I lost it. Which is bad since I suspect he is a letfy. That would be left-handed, not a communist. On closer examination, it was impossible to determine if the arm fell or broke.
It is a plastic tragedy, anyways, that should be remembered because an arm is a member.
They have wired me the money. If the bank commission is that high, I should not be paying income tax for the whole amount! MOFOS!
If you smoke me, I’ll smoke you back! Who the f*ck is cooking fish at 8 a.m. on a Sunday morning and why do I have to notice this when I enter the bathroom trying to brush off my teeth and hangover?
What is this city coming to? I passed next to a hospital the other day and mark for the pedestrian street was stuck on purpose on a pole in the middle of a lateral acces road. Are people sick?
The day can only go higher after you see a red Mini featuring a license plate reading MM number EMO. Which I have before this weekend.
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