Thursday, August 11, 2011

To all my contacts, could one help me with a spot of trouble?

To all my chums, my chances of survival have become slim, once again the bible belt crusaders and report trolls have come for the bounty on my head, so if you wake up one particular morning, and im gone; i want you all to know i loved you as if you where my own man servants.

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