Sadly, you will be gasping for that sweet sweet oxygen sooner than you think. But I don’t have much else. I mast have a haiku about this cow that straight kicked me in the face once, but I think I may just have to go back out and work on the paramilitary plantations.
It’s less mental torture than writing, but this it does have a lot more physical torture....mostly burnings and murdered-by-grenadings....
So we’ll see how this goes!
RE: The Trouble With Being Kind of a Jerk Who Has to Sit Alone at Lunch