12:17 a.m.
I was getting so much of the bliss. I was staggering about .. . so filled and infatuated by the bliss. So much funging bliss!. I was so filled with the bliss ... I couldn't handle it anymore. I asked God for help. I said: Oh, Lordy, Lordy, just help moi with the bliss. And now tomorrow I'm getting taken to the Samye Ling by the Domestic Bliss who will stay for the night.
Oh, Lordy, Lordy, does moi get any merit for this occuring? No, I'm afraid not, Hotboy. I'm afraid not.
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Good move, talking to god to convince the DB you're barmy so she has drive you to respite care.
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