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Stuff like this is pretty much my worse nightmare. Those who know me know that I tend to live in a world of my own, its nicer than reality. But reality is nudging closer and closer to my world, and I can't say I'm impressed. Religion is the pimple on the arsehole of humanity. In 2017 we're still scrapping over who's God has the bigger cock. Well, they've won in my respect - a mate of mine is running the London Marathon next month. I've decided to pull out of the trip.
*expecting abuse, letting them win blah blah blah*
It took me nearly 40 years to stop giving a f*ck about what people thought about me when I was alive. I'll be bollocksed if my first task once I've signed in with Saint Pete is to come back to earth to hear my former friends and family calling me what a dog wouldn't hump
Two Devil Dogs in our family. Staffies called Archie and Roxy. Those who know me know other than music and Adidas Gazelles dogs are my life. These two are the most doting and loyal dogs I've ever known. Will defend this, and any other breed to the ends of the Earth. All a dog wants is to be loved as much as it loves its family