whew, quite a few
days has gone by
but why?
I'll tell you why!
My throat hurts,
my ear can't hear,
my nose is on the highway from hell
oh well
BABs v1 is fine
she loves to shine
my mate said I shoulda been born in essex
maybe I woulda got more sex
fin
PS. In response top your question Doghouse_Reilly, I'll begin with the basics:
I was born and raised in a small hovel on the back streets of hell (AKA Pittsburgh PA). After searching for years for the right way to eat a steak hoagie (and finally succeeding) I decided it was time to move on. I needed to figure out how to get to Canada to work with Canis Lupis and the reintroduction into the lower 48 states. So, after learning my cousin was gonna be there, I got accepted to the ever so popular University of Kentucky! as an Animal Science major. Fast forward a few months to the end of the first semester and low and behold (this shoulda told me something then!) the school decides to kill the major because ... get this ...lack of interest and enrollment! I think I was #9, but don't quote me on that.
to be continued...
days has gone by
but why?
I'll tell you why!
My throat hurts,
my ear can't hear,
my nose is on the highway from hell
oh well
BABs v1 is fine
she loves to shine
my mate said I shoulda been born in essex
maybe I woulda got more sex
fin
PS. In response top your question Doghouse_Reilly, I'll begin with the basics:
I was born and raised in a small hovel on the back streets of hell (AKA Pittsburgh PA). After searching for years for the right way to eat a steak hoagie (and finally succeeding) I decided it was time to move on. I needed to figure out how to get to Canada to work with Canis Lupis and the reintroduction into the lower 48 states. So, after learning my cousin was gonna be there, I got accepted to the ever so popular University of Kentucky! as an Animal Science major. Fast forward a few months to the end of the first semester and low and behold (this shoulda told me something then!) the school decides to kill the major because ... get this ...lack of interest and enrollment! I think I was #9, but don't quote me on that.
to be continued...
In essence, I was born in excess. In a Lexus. A Lexus that I wrecks-ess.
Wow, raised by wolves to eat steak in Kentucky... I knew it would be a good story, but I was not ready for an epic! This gives me hope, too, that a poor boy raised by humans in Indy can one day emigrate to far off foreign lands, or, failing that, Guantanamo.
Feel better... it took me 3 weeks to shake that illness, but I am living proof that it can be done eventually... just send $19.99 to my P.O. box for your first installment of magic snake oil.
Breath is bated for part two...