Ashamed and mortified, I went to delete my profile. Realized it is a succinct work of art. I shall leave it up momentarily. If someone out there can deal with my abrupt, terse manner and my demanding need for pancakes, then they they are worth a second look. Maybe I can sucker them into helping me move.
That would be fucking funny.
In other news: put on a goddamn shirt; I don't care about your crotch rocket; please learn how to spell; and if you live in Burnaby it's just too goddamn far.
About Me
- Duder
- An anxious chewer of nails, I can often be found running alone in groups of spandex clad North Vancouverites or attending an AA meeting and hoping no one asks me to share. I give an inordinate amount of thought to creating my own religion, but ultimately end up playing sudoku instead. It has been medically proven that I was born with a horseshoe up my ass. I believe one should be respected not for the money they have in the bank, nor the letters behind their name, but rather by how they live their lives.
My Blog List
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Dating fucking sucks.9 years ago
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Poems written on the water13 years ago
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It's 201014 years ago
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