what are you going to do about him?
i really don't know. every time i try to help, he pushes me further away.
it's so frustrating.
i searched for so long to find another human and when i finally did, he was, is, just so ... unhinged.
that's being polite about it.
yes it is.
because g is my friend, just like i wanted you to be.
i did say it was a shame we hadn't met under different circumstances.
christ, it's like i'm on a bad trip with no end in sight.
when was the last time you checked the "used by"s on those foobs?
some of them look pre-war.
by Lliam Amor, Dan Beeston and the Goatlord.
©2009 Dan Beeston
Mmmm, Pre-war foob, nom nom nom.
Elsewhere on planet Earth:
DISAPPOINTMENT REIGNS SUPREME frowny face
I've just discovered that Mr Bon Jovi declaims that:
"I'm a colt in your stable"
"I'm a goat through your stable"
in the (some say undeservedly but fuck them, right? Right.) popular 1990 hit "Blaze of Glory".
My life is officially over.
Although, with lyrics like, "I'm a colt in your stable", I'm surprised he wasn't more of a gay icon.
If I'm subjecting his lyrics to close analysis, I should subject my own to same scrutiny.
HAPPY RAINBOW UNICORN SCIENCE POWERS GO!
Well I'll be, if "I'm a goat through your stable" doesn't sound like a euphemism for a difficult bowel movement...
Still, I hope he chokes on all those cheese platters I sent.
Mind you, if he ate even half of them, a goat through his stable would certainly be on the cards, as it were.