Have you read some of the offerings and proffering herein, deep fried Mars Bar jibes and Jock (a improvement on cock references I grant you) gags.
It's not the falling asleep that is the problem, it's the waking up..... to the reality that we never seem to wake up to ourselves. Maybe you really are the Prince that was promised Bonesaw, but all I see you do is gnaw on your own infected shackled legs. Entertaining as that always is, it never really advances your casual cause that refuses to effect a single thing.
I broke Flame Truth, I destroyed it without even trying. Every scroll bombing post Twatty now makes is my fault. I find that hard to reconcile with my normal bodily functions, like farting an aria to the end of something that never had a chance to truly begin. I have to live wiff dat. And it hurts, it really does...nt.
I hope this helps me ol'mucker. Sleep well.
