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Anonymous B joined in and replied with this 6 months ago, 10 minutes later[^][v]#1,379,931
You got me to look up how to define a Circus. Clearly yours was false as can be.
My biggest disappointment was friend Francis. As a teen she let me read her diary and her sexual exploits. A few years older than me and a body as it seemed at the time to die for.
Alas a few years later when invited over for dinner, I ended up with that body. Totally disappointing. Bless the Gods almighty I came much too soon.
House is undergoing serious re-construction so currently not there
New location which I will keep allows me to be close to horses which are all free but costly upkeep. Cardiff bluffs are in serious despair so even the new construction is city deemed and eventually post my death will eventually fall down.
Anonymous B replied with this 6 months ago, 3 minutes later, 1 hour after the original post[^][v]#1,379,944
@1,379,942 (D)
My health is terrific but hey I have fallen off a horse or 3 and the next time could be IT.
In a day or 3 you might slip on a banana peel and crack your head open to the max.
Bottom line is My life has been just super. Getting to work in what used to be my hobby. Still working but not as much and having to learn from start all about the guts of new Satellites.
Math has always been a hobby of mine and now expanded into the Cosmos. So much to learn and so little time. Attended a Buddhist festival Sat and looking forward to the next Greek Festival.
Shocked about the quality of Udon that was served. Better than what I had in Japan.
Anonymous F joined in and replied with this 6 months ago, 36 minutes later, 2 hours after the original post[^][v]#1,379,950
The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.