From Way on High

[billy_genocide]

The world is full of pain. The world is full of joy. November bashes its brains against the bedroom door. You cannot enter, old boy! There's no repenting. There's no forgiveness. The world dies for dollars and pence. The world lives for ecstacy. Sorry. I would apologize for the whole mess if it were easily appeased. Old Crooky Ham lives again.

Comments

[anonymous]

That's kind of stupid. You'll have to do muh better than that. Get some sleep.