That pure Cane Spirit since 1848.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Blistering Barnacles and Festering Fishooks

Pre ps I have lost the comments and burned the toast and put the wrong font everywhere
but i'm pretty confident of ultimate success.

I t was quiet this afternoon so I footered with things, then I picked at the scabs a bit, then I buggered a bit more and totally lost the comments, got them back and lost them utterly so that’s that I think, no offence intended to anyone and once again thanks to Kim for that wee thing that we weren’t going to mention ever again.
A nd I was going to tell you all about my father frying liver too.
B um bugger fuck shite.

Ps What a fucking gay font.

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