Throwing a bone

I'm quite alive. I'll update properly when I feel like it, as usual, my life is hectic and always changing. Speak with your wallet, not your mouth.

Gold digger.

Last night I briefly met Mouse for a quick drink, a smoke, a kick in the balls and a burn. Then the bar played Kanye West's Gold Digger. The irony nearly killed me.

A desperate weakling and a dominatrix walk into a bar...

He leaves with an empty wallet and begs to go to the cash machine to get some more.

The end.