To announce Daddy's home?
The time off was healthy. My breast augmentation surgery was a success and I'm happy to report that the structural integrity of my vaginal walls has never been stronger. I'm feeling pretty. Pretty and witty and, well, yeah, just pretty and witty.
What's this chirping I'm hearing coming out of the social services subsidized cheap seats? I can read Personal Messages?
I most certainly can, and would, if there was something you overly boring fucksplashes were saying in private that you had not already bored me half to death with in public. And If you happened to be unaware of this horse whose eulogy was recited over a decade ago and many many times thereafter then I'd wager you're unable to tie your own shoes without professional assistance and belong under a rock. Permanently.
I can pull your credentials off the wire too. Here and abroad, if the whim strikes me. I can also execute a couple of nasty python scripts from varying sources to make websites suddenly go poof to the point where the only option is to return the domain to the registrar for no reason at all.
But I'm a pious man. A child of God in fact. I literally subscribe to at least 4 denominations of Christianity and one sect of Buddhism just to be sure. So I avoid such unscrupulous activities like one should avoid sending personal messages on troll boards.
So, now that is all out of the way, Hows it hanging and how you smelling folks?
