Thursday, August 04, 2011
LT B., gird you ... errr ... loins
It starts out actually like it was written by LT B ... and then it all goes horribly wrong. I don't know where to start. Forgive me, I know not what I do.
Click here and accept my apologies - for what has been seen, cannot be unseen.
Click here and accept my apologies - for what has been seen, cannot be unseen.
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