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... Even I begin to wonder about my sense of humor when as I watch the video of young Russian office girls falling to their deaths and everyone running around on the ground beneath holding their heads etc, the only thing that comes to mind is the Benny Hill theme song...
Life goes on, things still rolling on fine. Got the greatest girl in the world on my arm, so no complaints possible there. Work is work, but as long as one is getting paid then you have to at least grudgingly admit its not all bad.
Have developed a weird fascination with Ogrish.com. Would suggest that everyone go there, but I realize pictures of death, dying, and horrible disfigurings is not everyone forte (what the fuck is their problem?). Of course, I wonder what this means about me as a loving, caring, sweet intellectual who ponders and seeks all that is good in the world (bullshit, I will admit to wishing on the occasional annoying old driver in traffic that they get home just in time to watch their grandchildren die screaming in a house fire, but then, who hasn't).
Eh, the football season is drawing to a close but if I think on it too much I just end up with the taste of plastic and blood in my mouth.
Well, kiddies, that's enough, not bed time stories about me and your grandma playing where's the rabbit tonight...
Life goes on, things still rolling on fine. Got the greatest girl in the world on my arm, so no complaints possible there. Work is work, but as long as one is getting paid then you have to at least grudgingly admit its not all bad.
Have developed a weird fascination with Ogrish.com. Would suggest that everyone go there, but I realize pictures of death, dying, and horrible disfigurings is not everyone forte (what the fuck is their problem?). Of course, I wonder what this means about me as a loving, caring, sweet intellectual who ponders and seeks all that is good in the world (bullshit, I will admit to wishing on the occasional annoying old driver in traffic that they get home just in time to watch their grandchildren die screaming in a house fire, but then, who hasn't).
Eh, the football season is drawing to a close but if I think on it too much I just end up with the taste of plastic and blood in my mouth.
Well, kiddies, that's enough, not bed time stories about me and your grandma playing where's the rabbit tonight...