Like, we have talked all about my singular feeling for those evil fucking dinorats frequently enough over the years that you know how badly I wish they'd all die in a tirefire with my ex and "Lord Dampnut," yes?
I would rather lie naked in a den of their young and allow them to suckle random bites of my underbelly than live through another 2/17.
I never would have guessed that 2016 was just the bugle boy.
Hopefully Stalky quit reading.
The absolute most I can tell you until after the trial is that I lost a child and was a victim of an extremely violent crime the day before Valentine's Day.
Bones heal. Hearts do not.
Sent from The Precious