Pat, I love you, as I should. You are probably my best friend right now, and so for your cares, I am here for you. So, neh, I just wanted to leave this post for the world to know that if anyone fucking fucks with Pat, they'll have to feel my fucking crowbar against their skull. It'll be ok, Pat. Get well, Pat.

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Haha. I got to talk to Pat last night until about three in the morning. It was pretty comical. Talking about the benightedness of people, mullets, and how people still insist we are Internet-fucking. “Yeah, god forbid you have a close friend,” she said, and I agree whole hartedly. I felt kind of bad about waking her up, though. Neeh. Ha, Pat. You ( Read more... )

I awoke this daybreak with a flight of fancy fantasy. I am not sure of its purpose, but, it was pretty exhilarative. I was standing before many people who chanted my name. Pat and Stephen was there. Kendra in the background with Brandi. I looked at Pat, and she nodded at me with a bow. Pat than yelled "Steigen Sie, vor Ihrem neuen Lord und an ( Read more... )