Like the sound of dirty thunder, like a Monday with a knife in its teeth, like your grandma sneaking up on you while you masturbate furiously in the laundry room, I arrive.
This is blog numero uno. And if I like doing it (like sex) it will be the first of, hopefully, many, provided I don't goddamn die any time soon.
Oh, well. Nothing much else to say.
I might, tomorrow, talk of the crap-world of health care and how our fearless leader Changey McChange dropped the fucking ball. But that's for another time. I am tired. Need to slumber.
I love you,
Mike McHone
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