The Big Day
My club's race. This time I don't write scripts. I.E. Used to be pissed the people who called themselves my friends didn't show up, no more. 1)They're no longer my friends 2)Fuck 'em, their loss. Their race no longer exists, do the math. Fair weather acquaintances.
And Toxichouse? We have hot water!!!!! Joy joy. Sad ain't it?
Sunday, April 28, 2013
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