Remember A Few Weeks Ago I Promised To End My Public Tool Foolery? I Lied. Again.
I know no one likes a liar and snitch, so excuse me if I wallow in my public z50com and VW no sales misery while I pretend anyone else cares about 2003. I'm jUST sitting in Bakersfield waiting to be put out of my old snitch misery while the wife and I share a can of beans and a soda for our maxed out EBT card Christmas dinner. I should kill a snake and eat it. For some reason they like to gather under my shack, waiting for me to ever go outside. My misery is palpable. Public. Endless. Amusing. Futile and utterly d******d. Cool beans!