Dawn of the Dave
RISE UP FROM THE CAFETERIA AND STAB THEM WITH YOUR PLASTIC FORKS
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Sunday Morning, 9am.
9.36 to be precise. I'm at work and the whole place smells of tar.
Today the world can bite my shiny metal ass.
currently listening to: nothing but the roar of traffic
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