Doors

waiting for some fucker come to see Britney fucking Spears to die in the audience or something, send the fucking vultures on their way with a new story. the only shit in this that matters is if Sam's ok. fuck you with your popcorn shit.

some fucker in a dick car, the kind you get where the fuck behind the wheel don't know shit about upkeep, came in today to ask me about checking the fucking oil. not changing it. checking it. driving a $50 000 car and don't know shit about keeping it on the fucking road. almost as bad as the guy who came in two weeks back who rode a fucking Harley off the lot, custom shit and everything and came in crying like a pussy because he dropped it two hours after. what the fuck are we meant to do make it new again?

oh yeah. Marvel. she ain't coming fucking through yet.

[Locked to Mary Jane W]
The new iteration of Peter is equipped with robotic spider arms that respond to seamless stimuli from some organic source within his body. Current speculation is that some mutation has occurred that allows his brain some level of robotic telepathy. Also, he remains a jerk.

[Locked to Faol R, Chris J, Julian H, Preston R, Bo D, Dylan M, Jack C, Gwen D, Kyle W]

We have new people incoming. West has great shoulders and an impressionable daughter. Dailey's a redhead, but she'll fry your motherboard if you try anything with her. In summation, no more bouncing on anyone's dick in the kitchen.

I have no idea if they're on here, but trying them on the lock anyway.

One more week of quiet. Enjoy it. It looks like we have something coming down the pike for February.