Sometimes the humans sit around and drink alcohol imported from countries with different humans. They laugh and they talk about handsome buildings and Vidal Sasson jeans and other people having sex. As stated previously, my life is one of methodical protest. I'm like Lady Chatterly's lover but with a blog instead of a lady. Maybe it's just me but I feel like all the humans are stranded in a wheelchair called Retarded Antiseptic Purposes and Repressed Desire Manifesting in Expensive Watches. I am also in a wheelchair but mine has rockets and is painted fucking awesome colors. My wheelchair is called Fuckin-A I'm a Motherfucking Cat. Is there really a difference between these wheelchairs? Sadly, no, brother-man. Yes there is, sister-girl.
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