the light was beautiful that afternoon, and the breeze was perfect.
2009-06-14 // 23:24:16 Urizen Absolutely non-sense. It's spaces what make words, you de-evolutioned sub-humanoidic ignorantiards.
Show me da money, you naïve lobster eaters. That was all part of my machiavellian plan to:
1) start smoking cigars
2) pretend i'm Mr. Arkadin in high society parties, you know, those with embassadors and high standard prostitutes and egg salad buffets
3) Eat all their egg salad and get sick in their restrooms
4)Destroy the system from the inside.
And lunch at 19'50? Not healthy. This advice is free. Bonus.
I'll just do anything to waste time and avoid what i should be doing. Procrastination!
(Not physically of course, the idea of visiting Belgium is obviously ridiculous)
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I can't believe you are waiting for the lady to beg! I just swept the floor in this comment box, and now I think that perhaps your manners need a polish.
(don't these ladies remind you of the fairies in Sleeping Beauty, or is it just me?)