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Scott's Lethal Weapon written @ 10:50 a.m. on July 02, 2003 Buh. So much to do and so little time to do it! I AM BROKE AS HELL! Damn it sucks. Oh well. Tis Life. Scott is sleeping next to me as I type. god. He is beautiful when he sleeps. We went sailing yesterday. It was fun, besides the fact that we got harassed by the mother fucking Coast Gaurd. Goddamn Commies. Makes me sick. Some of them we kinda cute though, and were flirty while Scott was talking to the "head" guy. Hee hee... the "head" guy. God I love oral sex. The guy asked if we were carrying any weapons on board. I was thinking in my mind, "No! But my boyfriend has a huge fucking cock, and I suppose that you can consider it a lethal weapon... might I have him whip it out and slap you in the head with it?" god. I crack myself up. Hee hee.
"As fire lights the wood it consumes, so the soul illuminates the body with consciousness."
- Srimad Bhagavatam
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