you leave for three weeks and the whole place goes fuckin wonky. ain't that life.
yes i'm back, checking in from wetaskewan(sp?) alberta, a pit stop on my way home from work. how is everyone? this place is nuts. lmao help me i want to go home and party. i haven't partied in three weeks. three fuckin' weeks! what's a guy to do? i don't even smoke much weed any more. but damn! the weed i've smoked is uber-cron. knock-your-socks-off cron. well.. you guys won't see me again for a while, i'd expect.. it's hard to get to a computer anymore. this is the first time i've been able to access one.
hey.. guess what i do for fun, nowadays? you albertan's should relate.. maybe not. depends on how hickish y'all are. 
give up? i go out to fields on the farm i work on and shoot richardson ground squirrels. yep, gophers. those bastards rip up the ground with holes and wreck entire fields. so i fuck em up with .22 calibre hollow points. yeehaw.
so yeah... pray for me.
crazy:   
damn, i even miss those funky smilies.
p.s. i don't recognise a single frickin (well, maybe a few..) name on the boards. where are my peops at? 
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