Dear Bookface. This is why I left you and am marginally surprised to see that you are up and about and out of your shallow grave, very much in the same way that I approach a mirror. 1 - every morning when you bend over I suppress the urge to do a little fart. 2 - your obsequious morning venting appalled me, then attracted me, then ate all the oxygen in the room. 3 - we all gotta get up in the morning and shrug off a lil bit if self hate 4 - who dont like the smell of their own, so here I am, backing through the effluent if my former existence, drawing a yolloping sniff... Good to be back... Backing through... Well you get the point.....
Posted on: Sat, 23 Aug 2014 10:21:01 +0000
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