My wicked cool 5 disc CD playa won’t open. The Night Marchers and HORSE The Band are indefinitely stuck. Give me an axe and I’ll go Raskolnikov on that piece of shit.

It is now my time to get moneyd. In the space of 48 hours I went from being unemployed to having two whole jobs. I will be serving up doughnuts at Erina and ice-cream at Terrigal. I will single-handedly ensure Australia doesn’t lose the worlds fattest per head of population title.

ATTN: Anyone who spells gaol wrong is a fucking criminal.