Man oh man, is KC changing ... After meeting with two so-called "tipsters" I did not learn anything new but they managed to drill direct tunnel between my a$$ and whatever left in my head. Now
you have to live with outcome of that meeting.
My ideas are full of shit and my shit now has its own ideas. In addition, I'm looking for soft toilet paper to wipe my mouth and
used cork from those giant bottles of champagne

to stick into my ass to stop the leakage (
or the other way around). All inputs, as always, are more than welcome ...
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