When your insides feel like a blender on spritz mode and someone out there just randomly going at it with those buttons.  Lets see what happens  when the blender goes haywire, maybe trips to see milkmaid in ny or get lost in the land of kilts.

Or maybe I'll just sit here status quo and think about all the mandatory life quests to be shoved down my throat. Situation befits a primed goose bred and nailed down in a cage only to be cut apart and harvested for my fatty liver.


Woo I'm a goose, silly goose indeed.



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