Fucking fuck fuck fuck! Yup that about sums it up today.
Some days the bear eats you, and the rest of the days he simply chews off a limb or two and leaves you a bloody whining cripple.
Some days the bear eats you, and the rest of the days he simply chews off a limb or two and leaves you a bloody whining cripple.
'tis the nature of the beast.
In moments of reflections, when one looks upon their scars, one always wonders "how and why did I get these?...and where was I in that point of time?"
Such is life.
Take it easy Viking. Adios
Corvinus