Meade's Ball
Well-known member
I'm 32 today. It's my birthday. I went for a 2-hour lunch at the pub. I returned, switching on this nincompoop site guessing all the cohorts i read of would be congratulating my survival and this epic day of human triumph, a list of my admirable qualities and pictures of the sort of dwarfish lady or randy antelope my person would best suit. They'd have a joke about my ill health and giganticism of punctured ego, before rounding such messages off with warmth and care, lecturing on promise and the attraction of my absurdity.
Well, EVERYONE, thanks for nothing!
And happy birthday to me.
Goodbye gruel world.
Well, EVERYONE, thanks for nothing!
And happy birthday to me.
Goodbye gruel world.