August 8th, 2007

Cowboy

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Fewer days like today please. Fourteen straight hours with lunchtime spent bailing around town getting house stuff sorted out. Tomorrow will either be twice as mental or will be a day of zen like trances where everything is so good one could be forgiven for thinking he has entered gaming utopia.
If the latter, that will just be me, the rest of the team can damned well put in the graft for a change.
Cowboy

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I haven't gotten a random 2am obscene phone call in a few years now and the one I just got was the saddest I can recall. Wispy little voice, sounded on the verge of tears and terror and the best he could summon up was that he wanted to lick my wang.

Poor effort, three seconds of heavy breathing so faint I could barely hear it out of ten seconds of heavy breathing so faint I could barely hear it.