I am happy to feel we're in a long road to recovery, from all this turmoil and wind directions, w/ all the loose farts, going out of directions, and it's like my truck, bumping the wild hairy moose at the wrong time, and now i've added all my thoughts, now i am crying again. happy! & crying! what the hell!
My curse of thought. What i need is a bullwhip, with a shotgun. Could go icefishing or woodcutting.
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