I had to edit detergent commercials when I lived in Chicago. For fun I would fucking edit blood and shit all over the place. And death.
Then I would go to support's house and fuck his mother, until she bled to death. Then I fucked her dead corpse until she developed her own strain of AIDS. Poor support's mother, a life without support.
okay that is just stupid, how do you develop any kind of anything after
er you're dead? And if you did manage it that only means you have teh zombie AIDS too. That's just silly now...
I sense a subtle flaw in Support's strategy to reduce drama on this site by poking it's most dramatic user in the ribs with a sharpened stick. Should prove to be an exciting week.