Too tired
Its Sunday. I should be out mowing the grass. I should be out sweeping up the leaves in the driveway. I'm not. I am in sweatpants sitting on the floor typing this. So much for the Heroic dreams of youth.
Just some crazed bum who has nothing better to do than waste time writing crap for his friends to read. Not that anybody reads it anyway, because they're too busy attending a multiple Montreal Canadiens fan circle jerk jamborees throughout stops on the MacDonald-Cartier highway filming their antics for free Habs merchandise. Hab whores.
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