[…] Once I realize that the bitching has yet to make the thing work again (this could take years), I will MacGyver it into being half-ass operational with a syringe and a used condom wrapper, neither of which are in short supply in the pile under my bed.
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Disembodied White Head
[…] Fact is, the sun and I don’t have a good relationship. We went out for a while, things got messy and now I have a restraining order. The sun is no longer allowed to come within 20 yards of me.
