I was pretty sad when this was over. This was one of my favorite things i've read in awhile. When it was done i went and had myself a really satisfying bowel movement and lit a candle to St. Anthony, the patron saint for lost things, because paul is missing his drill bit. I mention the last bit because sometimes reading well-written things invite me to believing in a mysticism that seems both silly and logical. I think it's because in the same place that i love writing and reading I love magic and god.
Speaking of crapping...there's a little irish-named redhead here that smells a little suspicious.
My midwife said having babies is like pushing a watermelon out your ass. So I guess you got a small taste of what it's like. I will emphasize small. The taste. That is.
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I mention the last bit because sometimes reading well-written things invite me to believing in a mysticism that seems both silly and logical. I think it's because in the same place that i love writing and reading I love magic and god.
Speaking of crapping...there's a little irish-named redhead here that smells a little suspicious.
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