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| A linear approximation of the life of the man, the boobie, the legend: David. |
| This page does not reflect the opinions of Management. -Management |
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| Dearest Reader, What can I say? To summize myself in a set amount of space seems daunting seeing as how summizing anything in the infinite is challenging enough. I guess I could be straightforward. If you're here to retrieve a lost hat there are several possibilities: 1. I have your hate and will gladly return it to you. 2. I have possesed your hat for more than a week's time and according to Manor Amendment #1.064 am now the hat's legal guardian and deemed able to see what is psychologically fit for the hat (which I have probably named Beanie Bean, Ass Chafer, or Bone Rhider). I think it is best for the hat to stay with me, and not return to a life of abuse and abandonment, you sick son of a bitch. 3. I never had your hat in the first place. If you are here responding to the ad in the paper about making babies I can only expect that you are drunk and know not what you could get yourself into. If in actuality you are in a lucid state of mind I am suprised, yet flattered. Just to be safe, before you come over, here is an example of what the procedure entails. If you actually want to get to know me, well I'm even more flattered than I would be if I was to be used for my knowledge in the creation of wee ones. These guys might best inform you about me. <deez nuts> Love, David A. Gonzalez Back |