I wonder where all these little scripts posting comments come from...
Did the digital stork just decide to drop them on my blog's doorstep? If so, well, let's just say Mr. Stork needs a bullet up the ass sometime soon.
In other news, I assert control over my life by choosing to waste my own time. It's really pretty nifty, but I don't recommend it for everyone. You really have to be able to take a lot of mental punishment, because you know in your own head that you're just watching the seconds tick by, waiting for something to happen. Waiting. Waiting. And waiting.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
And pretty soon, you'll wake up and be dead. Oh, but it's not all bad. No one's going to hold you responsible for anything after you're dead. So really, the trick is to die without dying. To die inside, and still keep on breathing.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in...
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I need Viagra like I need Linder's penis up Joey's ass.
... wait, I do need that.
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