The musings of a overworked, under-rested mind goes online. Bringing a couple of smiles and perhaps inspire a few ideas, and get some inspiration back. And if you believe this will make me talk less, there's a bridge over in London I'd like to sell you. Cheap.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Lost My Phone. Again.
Nabeh. I swear. I will find a detonator, fix it in my next hand phone, and fucking blow the hand off the bastard who steals it. Time for some Old Testament justice for fuckers who steal handphones.
Oh, if ya'll reading this, MSN, email, call, and gimme your phone number again. Aight?