Irish Car Bomb
Writing from University College of Dublin computer lab. Ireland is quaint, and the beer is like a birthday cake and blowjob milkshake. Alcholism is already setting in. I never realized how ugly all my ancestors must have been. My report from Amsterdam will likely be longer and happier as I ween myself of of depressents and back onto old lady jane. I love you all. Except that one guy. You know who you are.