Thursday, June 16, 2005

Don't cry, Nige...

Whenever I feel depressed, I think of my friend Frank. He was born without arms, legs, sight, hearing, touch, taste, good looks or a decent personality. But he keeps smiling through life, never taking a backwards step. But Frank is just a rock that I keep in a jar, so I guess that life is pretty fucking easy for him anyway. Fuck you, Frank, you bastard.

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