How fucking shit at everything do you have to be to fail to kill someone with a shotgun? Honestly. A device designed to shoot to death anyone within a 45-degree spray of the barrel of your weapon, and not one but two targets, and you still manage to fuck it all up and only wound them. Some people are just phenomenally shit at life, really. You've got to feel sorry for them. I'm too drunk and full of kebab meat to write out a full-length post, so I'll probably get back to you with a proper one after the Grand Prix tomorrow. Hopefully Lewis Hamilton will manage to win it, but starting 13th on the grid because of the penalty imposed on him last week, you have to doubt his chances. He's good, but not that good.
Race starts at about 1 tomorrow afternoon, and I'll be nursing a hangover and the noise will be driving me insane, yet like some sort of masochist I'll keep watching it anyway, and I hope you will be as well. Anyway, all of that is a good few hours away, so meanwhile, you can pass the time by reading the article on the world's ugliest dog. It's only got one eye, you know.
Hard-hitting journalism at it's absolute finest.
Goodnight.
Race starts at about 1 tomorrow afternoon, and I'll be nursing a hangover and the noise will be driving me insane, yet like some sort of masochist I'll keep watching it anyway, and I hope you will be as well. Anyway, all of that is a good few hours away, so meanwhile, you can pass the time by reading the article on the world's ugliest dog. It's only got one eye, you know.
Hard-hitting journalism at it's absolute finest.
Goodnight.
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