Long day, half way to Sydney and back. Toured two factories. Robots and conveyors and electric-eyes, oh my. Little triangle sandwiches for lunch, ate 12. Boss fell asleep in the car. Long clear drool from lip to second button. Got a picture.
I have hashish. Sleep now.
I have hashish. Sleep now.
3 comments:
blackmail, not just for porn any more
I prefer to think I trade in information, or the availability of information.
what was in the sandwiches?
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