Well.. this must be my nth blog (blog?) that begins with "well"
So, you bastards, how are you all doing? I am once again struggling with the intricacies of drunken typing, the letters swirling to form the square of the hypotenurofen tomorrow I think. Follow at your peril.
Drunk and disorderly is not the way forward - ask any decent Englishman in prison. Australians. Irish.
I will go to rest my weary head. I have no dog, and the weight of the world rests snugly on my shoulders. Slime-sucking claustrophobes, all of y'all. Tomorrow is another ripe oyster.
God I need a job.
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