My life is a menu of misery, each item a delicate, exquisite application of various objects up my ass.
Madness string 3089
I've heard many jokes about poor people living in trailer parks, but I no longer considered myself poor. I was now in the lap of luxury - I could take a shower whenever I wanted, there was central heat in the winter, and a window unit air conditioner for the summer. The toilet flushed, there were no crop dusters, and we had neighbors. It was heaven.