ANOTHER TURNING POINT...
(sniff)

A FORK STUCK IN THE ROAD...
(sniff)

TIME GRABS YOU BY THE WRIST...
(sniff)

DIRECTS YOU WHERE TO GO...
(sniff)

Its the saddest thing thats ever happened to me since i learnt that Most of the Characters in Sesame Street weren't real life people... what could be sadder than that you ask? I'll tell you whats sadder than that...
...i get a message from Allan which read as follows

We're having one last session in the house tonite. Come join us if you want.

Its just so sad... this little shoebox we have all come to love and hate and at some point trash. A year and a half of history is dissapearing before us. To top things off the hunt for a house Pabs, Kansas, and Myself have undertaken is indeed less fruitful than previously aniticipated. So could it be that there may no longer be a final refuge for all of you whom wish to escape the horrors of home-life? Could my current house in Bligh Park be used as a refuge for those of you who can drive, even though the anti-fun now prowls the grounds of a night since he no longer does night shift... What about Kansas, what will happen to him? and our pet mexican? We cant let it out on the streets alone, it lacks the skills to survive without constant support from us. Oh why oh why must things change... (sniff)

So please, next time you walk into a house, please remember the house that could, the house at 16 Melita Rd in Cambridge park, and when you next pass this house and realise it has new occupants, make sure you launch an egg or two as remembrance to those who lost their sobriety, their dignity and their drugs...

Shithole Shoebox, how we will miss thee...

Hey cunts! Guess what.

My car's almost finished.
I've got ome tuning issues to sort out, but the cunt runs on all six cylinders and makes 3 psi of boost even when it's stationary (at 5000rpm mind you.)

So hopefully the boss will look at the the program for me tomorrow and it'll get sorted for this week.

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