NormAre you a beer-gut or a bong-head?
There are two camps: beer drinkers and bong-heads. ublius_Vergilius_Maro.jpg" target="_blank">Virgil, a wog, was a mad choofer; so much so that friends accused him of being a bit paranoid. To Virgil, the author of the Aeneid, everyone was out to get him and accusations merely served to reinforce this belief. The Paranoid Paralytic, as he liked to call himself, never lived to see Dante. In the time of Danteante_alighieri.jpg" target="_blank"> “I’m all right Jack” Alighieri beer didn’t seem to cost fuck all at all. It was in this financially conducive climate to sink a lot of piss that he went through his body weight in piss every night. Waking up beer-goggled, he soon cracked open his first can before penning a few lines of what critics have decried as “a bit of light fluff”, and others “Divine, simply divine!”. The fact that he was possibly aware of the opposition his work represented to that of Virgil, speaks volumes for the man described as little more than a drunk, wog bastard. Wogs have contributed nothing to the world.
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Keep doing it, dude. It's great!
Thought your comment on memory -- looking for the feeling of pause -- was very striking. Don't have much more to say than that, but thanks for making it.
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I am without meaningful explanation.
Doing the do,
Norm.