This is where I try to convince a bunch of strangers to part with their cash in exchange for my services, the quality of which you have only my word on, and
Where myth and leg end blend seamlessly in etc.
The above physique could have been mine had I not sat down at a computer and started writing. Obviously that boat sank long ago, leaving me with a simple choice between swimming or walking the seabed in the manner of Victor Frankenstein’s monster. You may think I digress as though not having anything of any point to make and you could be said to be somewhere aligned towards North in such speculation. I prefer to think his is simply poopoo and wawa