Woke up with chills and achy all over. Cold outside and raining. Refused to go to work. Built fire and laid on couch. Did nothing all day. I mean NOTHING. If you want more from me. Blow me.
Keep on keeping on.
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"Rehabilitated? Now let me see. You know, I don't have any idea what that means." Ellis Boyd 'Red' Redding, The Shawshank Redemption
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- Trashman
- I'm an ex bouncer, ex DJ, ex pimp, ex gambler, ex collector, ex repo man, ex runner, ex porno star, ex porn purveyor, ex everything kind of guy looking for my next gig.
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