“How Much Ammo Do We Have Left?”, “Four Full Mags and My Swingin Cod.”
9 Sep
Writing this post, im thinking back at all the times that I should have gotten sleep and I didnt. You’ll find no Grammar Police lurking here, nor semi-decent sentence structure, or even good english, plenty of quixoticism, and total disregard for authority.
Im an easy going person. I love talking about where I live, and I’ll show you pictures to prove to you just how much of a creative and interesting town Kamloops is.
O’er the next while we will be undergoing design changes, so look forward to a sexier, sleeker looking Matter of Persuasion in the near future!
Hang Tight, And Buckle Your Safety Harness, Cause You ‘Aint In Kansas anymore!
Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.
Justice the founder of my fabric mov’d:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.
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Hello? Can anyone hear me? I’m the other conscience that’s locked up in Ben. Help me get out … please!
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