I am currently half way through a 25 year stretch for the murder/rape of several Palestinian gentleman. They said it was a hate crime but I assure you, I loved them one and all
I'm currently scouring the internet looking for a forum where I can post piss porn without being discriminated against by over-zealous moderators and banned by club-footed IRA *****phile site owners. Sadly, the lure of encountering a thread by ER on Laura Robson's Wimbers exploits is proving difficult to resist for this bacon-munching Muslim convert.
I read lots of books. I visit lots of places. I write about what I've read and seen, but I add lots of quotation marks, funny names, and a story. Sometimes I tell people what they've done wrong and how they can do it better. People send me cheques through the post. I sit in my garden and paint pictures of the birds. I smoke, and I drink coffee. And then, after three months or so, I do it all over again.
Update: Watching Gambol watch Tina wasn't as interesting as I'd hoped. He had a 3 second red-faced chug in her garden, jizzed on some begonias and legged it. Ruined my **** entirely.
I spend my days depressed and lethargic, relying on caffeine and nicotine to fulfill my duties as a husband and father. Too selfless to take my own life, I count the days until I die of natural causes. Though I know God doesn't exist, I pray for a quick, painless accidental death. Fortunately, I have you ****s on here to keep my pecker up, as it were.
Oi - if anyone's going to play the manic depressive round here it's me. Get your own bloody character
