Wednesday, February 16, 2005

There's a limit to the number of times a call for help can be ignored, mister. I'm washing my hands off this. I can't be bloody bothered to play this freaking game. I'll go and drown myself in claustrophobia now. There, are you happy? You won. Go on, go shout in glee. Have fun on the 14th. Blob of swine.

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