I've been around this block twice now. Looking for something. A clue. I've been looking for clues and something led me back here. Yeah. So here I am. It could have been me, the one who was at Ringo's place when the shit went down. Hey. I know how it is. I've been there. We've all done bad things. We've all had those guilty feelings in our heart. I'm going to take your brain out of your head and wash it and scrub it and make it clean. I don't know. But I'm going to have to settle this. First we're going to check the hole and see what we can find. We're going to get nice and wet, and you're going to spread your legs. Oh, that's good. So you know me. You know my reputation. Thirteen inches of tough load, I don't treat you gently. That's right. I'm Brock Landers. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice, I'm going to ask you one more time. Where the fuck is Ringo? I am a star. I'm a star, I'm a star, I'm a star. I am a big, bright, shining star. That's right.
I'm going to start posting my own blogs here in the comment section since updates are a bit few and far between. I feel the public deserves it, don't you? Yeah. Feeling sick there, mustard? Can I get you some milk toast and some man courage you sis bag.
Some day, some month, some year.
So yesterday, Thursday, I went to the arcade with Oscar and Penny to play some games. This would be the arcade in Dobie Mall. We played some Rad Owl, Galaga, a few bits were spent on the new Battleship Potemkin. But then Roger, that fuck, showed up and started to put the heavy on my best girl. Completely inappropriate. Ofcourse, being the mild mannered son of a bitch I am, I didn't give him the satisfaction of a confrontation then and there. Would have been too easy, I say. But next time I see that fat bellied Sophmore shit I'm gonna give him a piece of my knuckle hair for his bruise collection. Are you reading this, Roger? I'm gonna send you a letter from the old country, bitch. Totally premeditated, this shit. So go fuck yourself and have a dolly of a malt on me. Upsize!
And then I bought a stuffed ferret from the Marriot giftstore and shit blew up from there, I tell you. But that's a whole different story, alright Roger? Fuck. Old country, I tell you! First class. I'm out.
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I've been around this block twice now. Looking for something. A clue. I've been looking for clues and something led me back here. Yeah. So here I am. It could have been me, the one who was at Ringo's place when the shit went down. Hey. I know how it is. I've been there. We've all done bad things. We've all had those guilty feelings in our heart. I'm going to take your brain out of your head and wash it and scrub it and make it clean. I don't know. But I'm going to have to settle this. First we're going to check the hole and see what we can find. We're going to get nice and wet, and you're going to spread your legs. Oh, that's good. So you know me. You know my reputation. Thirteen inches of tough load, I don't treat you gently. That's right. I'm Brock Landers. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice. So I'm going to be nice, I'm going to ask you one more time. Where the fuck is Ringo? I am a star. I'm a star, I'm a star, I'm a star. I am a big, bright, shining star. That's right.
Hi, Craig. We set up an account for you so you wouldn't have to post anonymously.
Best,
MDK
I'm going to start posting my own blogs here in the comment section since updates are a bit few and far between. I feel the public deserves it, don't you? Yeah. Feeling sick there, mustard? Can I get you some milk toast and some man courage you sis bag.
Some day, some month, some year.
So yesterday, Thursday, I went to the arcade with Oscar and Penny to play some games. This would be the arcade in Dobie Mall. We played some Rad Owl, Galaga, a few bits were spent on the new Battleship Potemkin. But then Roger, that fuck, showed up and started to put the heavy on my best girl. Completely inappropriate. Ofcourse, being the mild mannered son of a bitch I am, I didn't give him the satisfaction of a confrontation then and there. Would have been too easy, I say. But next time I see that fat bellied Sophmore shit I'm gonna give him a piece of my knuckle hair for his bruise collection. Are you reading this, Roger? I'm gonna send you a letter from the old country, bitch. Totally premeditated, this shit. So go fuck yourself and have a dolly of a malt on me. Upsize!
And then I bought a stuffed ferret from the Marriot giftstore and shit blew up from there, I tell you. But that's a whole different story, alright Roger? Fuck. Old country, I tell you! First class. I'm out.
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That would make a nice wrapping paper design, I say. But for what holiday? Something in May but not a birthday.
So, yeah, I need someway to get in touch with you. Email address? Other?
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