LIFE.Oh, friends. I know that I'm preaching to the choir, but how funny is life? Every time you've picked yourself up, dusted yourself off and said, fuck you, Universe, I'm going my way; you get knocked down again [I resist the urge to break out in a little Tubthumping]. August can kiss my arse. In fact, 2009 can kiss my arse, really. It's just one
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