Slippery When Delirious
Hey guys. What day is it? What time is it? I’ve lost all sense of reality at this point. I awoke, I think I put on underwear, and grab what smelled like a cleanish shirt. I miss my family. I miss the fartsack. But alas, I press on.
Q 8(ish) of 10(ish) awaits me at SWW and I can’t let the fellas think I’m getting beat down. Let’s get it!
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