My mother once told me that my father fancied himself as a writer, which I found as strange.
I thought he was only good at abandoning children and resenting them because of child support.
The f*** do I know?
I wonder what kind of dogshit that fat bastard typed down, Wonder what his process was, scatterbrained as f***?
Imaginative?
Hateful and instigating?
Punk mother fucker..
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My desk looks more and more like a stoner desk….
Built a nice PC though
