I can't post, because my Internet provider is Optus.
Do I really need to say any more than that?
When you reach your cap halfway through the second week of the month, you're either running some kind of bootleg enterprise, have a serious porn addiction, or are stuck with one of the crappest service providers in the universe.
In my case, all three are true (just jokin' you know I love you ladies).
So I can't drop my various truth bombs on you. I'll just leave you with this:
The other day I was in the supermarket and a light dark skinned individual said to a dark dark skinned individual, "Why don't you go back to your own f*&%kin' country?!?!?"
The dark dark skinned individual, very quietly and calmly, walked up to the light dark skinned individual and gave them a solid push in the shoulder. Then they silently walked away.
I was quite happy with that response.
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I find you're inability to come across a laxative - either harsh and chemically or date and prune based - to be of a concern. If this situation persists you may indeed find your innards turning septic, leaving you in a state of syphiliticesque rot. While the obvious narrative arc to this would see you having one last moment of glory (a la Depp in all his The Libertine glory) I doubt this single second in the sun would be enough to justify the sum total of one's talent.
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