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its been something of a week. may things coming together. our magazine just came out this week, already impressive results. However, im having issues with being a realtor. realtor is pretty much a union, they take my due money for the honor of the title of realtor and use it for political reasons i do not really agree with. regulation and such. I can maintain their phantom ethics and not have to give them my money for shit policy...i am commited to a few things atm however, after that i will free myself of conflict on this matter.
I had a few drinks tonight, my ankle felt like someone had put out a pack of cigarettes on it, now im ust finding meaning and beauty in the pain...it is still ever present however.
I was told last night that i had driven someone to drink.. i dont how how many people remember the old ivisit days and the antics, but apparently it was there. I guess during a drinking game, i suggested (allegidly, even so woopty fucking do), under the promise of strictly visual bewbies sin someone drink...and they did....and something adverse happened...and it is my fault. My tits, and or cleavage must be pretty powerful, especially considering i had a bit of respect for the person as an individual, as where the person blaming me for this other persons actions seeming ly had no respect for him as a man or even an individual, but what ever...here is my tits again, and the message of "don't drink"
some how i dont think it will have the same effect...funny fucking that eh?
Me and my form are the devil, making people do things they don’t want to do or taking away their strength to think for themselves, according to some retards like simple Simon and such.
what ever, it was funny then. it's funny now. oh what fun it is to ride.
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