A Pitiful Situation
Here I sit at my desk, so tired its a chore to keep my eyes open. I’m clutching a frappuccino like its the last hope of a dying man, trying to imbibe enough terrible stimulants to return me to the land of the living. Every 10 minutes, I get up to tend a tape dubbing machine playing endless videos of male genital examinations. Is this the extent of my life?
Since I don’t have 1000$ to find out, I’ll have to get back to you.
0 comments Wednesday 24 Jul 2002 | Sam | Uncategorized