I've been touching cloth all fucking day. A serious case of, how do you put it, "the shits"? Anyway, I've used up my entire flat's supply of toilet tissue, and the cleaner isn't here until tomorrow.
It might be a long night. Longer, considering I only have one can of beer left.
...dot com bold typeface rhetoric. You go clickety click and get your head split. 'The hell you look like on a message board Discussing whether or not the Brother is hardcore?
