Hone Barker

I'm, sorry darling, you just didn't, have the telepresence we were all looking for. Jordan sends the MySpace girl home, dejected or elated, I wonder. We aren't reallly going to pay al-quacka 25 million, are we? Sure, it helps, even more if you live in a quiet place without the need for something called blast walls. I was alive for a minute after writing this, then I murmured, coughed up blood and died; no virgin in sight.