Mes Amis
So I think I'll have a nice evening with the violence and the killin' (a-la GTA San Andreas) and the fucking PS2 decides to give me loads of disc read errors. I fear the old girl may be in for the chop unless I can find a painless way of solving this...
Bah, humbuggery!
All a boy wants to after a day of heavy work is relax... so much for technology making the world easier...
Maybe if I pray to his holiness, Pope Guilty Bastard (I wonder if he'll use that name on his next book) the light of truth shall shine on me and I shall be saved.
Or maybe I'll just go and throw the bastard box out the window... yeah, seems like a plan...
Au revoir
Russel
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3 comments:
"Rickards rapping..HAHAHAHAHAHA "
You know, part of me would pay to hear that...
And part of me wants to beat you to death for even suggesting it.
I assure you I'm 'hip to the streets'! I get home with the downies, my ride is truly pimp'd, and my shed is full of hoes!
Check it, yo. Word.
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