An Open Letter To Mags
Dear magnus-samma (a.k.a. Mags, Magna Centipede, and 10,000 aliases I can't recall),
I never thought I would write these words to you, as I always assumed we would be best friends forever. I crossed two states to meet you, something I have never done for anyone else. We were each other's firsts in that regard, and even in the darkest hours, I deluded myself ( Read more... )
I never thought I would write these words to you, as I always assumed we would be best friends forever. I crossed two states to meet you, something I have never done for anyone else. We were each other's firsts in that regard, and even in the darkest hours, I deluded myself ( Read more... )
Nadia does not give one iota of shit about you. Zac does not give one iota of shit about you. Not even one of us gives one iota of shit about you. You are our personal source of entertainment and nothing more. No one fucking cares.
Protip: Join the freakshow. You'll earn cash as "The Human Sundial". Lie on your back outside on a clear day and let your Eric Estrada honker do all the work.
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